Waiting

 

 

A final pull on my pipe

I sit here alone

Once I was young

now an old crone

I watch the day end

look into the night

Think of my life

and things I’ve got right

I’m waiting for time

to come take me home

I’m prepared for the trip

know I do it alone

I know I’ll be greeted

by those gone before

Those that I’ve loved

and lived with for sure

Is the time drawing near

I never can know

I’m ready I think

for the end to now show