Don’t we all grow restless?
Like waiting for Santa,
Love, jobs, hope; it’s ageless.
I am waiting also
For answers in my life
Then the questions will slow.
Ok, that’s a pipedream.
Life is a puzzlement
No hard answers to gleen.
Should I be frustrated?
Feel lost in a quagmire?
Or just be comforted.
The sun will rise and set.
Love will answer it all,
And questions? I forget.
Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
