and wait, and wait.
we are all waiting for
Godot.
tapping our foot, drumming
our fingers.
sipping drinks,
smoking slowly, blowing
warm
grey smoke
towards the ceiling.
we are
looking out the window.
listening.
when
when will our ship come in.
the right job,
the right house, the next
love of
our life.
when will fear and loneliness
end. boredom subside.
when will joy begin?
we wait, we wait, we wait
as the days roll by without
us.
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