The eternal wait for all

I carry with me,

Just like everybody else.

I wait for Saturdays,

Isn't it obvious? And I wait

For lazy Sundays with

Nothing to do,

Nowhere to be.

Sometimes I wait for

Christmas, hoping

I'll get presents and then

I wait for the New Year

Where I can start another

Much longer, more resolute

Wait.

For the things I was promised,

For the things I promised myself.

I even wait for life

I wait, because one day

I know it'll be here.

But most of the time, I wait

Because there's nothing else to do.