Waiting

I’m waiting patiently. Why not?
Hands stay busy all the while.
Cold contrasts with summer’s hot.
I’m waiting patiently. Why not?
In the end all that we’ve got
Is what will make us ever smile.
We’re waiting patiently. Why not?
Hands stay busy all the while.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where I am hosting with the theme of the triolet poetry form.

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