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Waiting
What about the girl who was
never discovered.
She, so prettily, wore her
ballerina leotard
pink satin with lace tool.
Waiting alone eagerly
smiling at everyone passing
by.
Looking for that acceptance,
for that force, that knows
more than her,
to tap her shoulder, whisper
in her ear
"Come and join the elite."
What about the father that
was never discovered.
He worked hard all his life
and sits
in the waiting room wearing
his best
suit and tie that he could
afford.
Alhough he knows it is out of
style
and obviously made of bad
material.
He is still waiting for that
promotion to come and
place a life
for his family and himself in
his hand.
What about the mother that
waits to be discovered.
she worked hard for years
and just would like to here
a thank you from that force.
she waits for one person that
hears the cries
that for years were captured
by her pillow.
she's awaiting that knower
of secrets to hand her the
life of
leisure she deserves.
What about the poet that
holds in contempt, the best
of people,
for being the same as he.
Still sitting here, waiting to
be discovered
without any secrets.
Looking through
each porch glass in disgust
at the
balmy green layer that the
willow trees
have been pissi
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