I’m ready.
Been ready seems like
Hours
ago.
Now
sitting,
Now pacing and
Waiting
to go.
If
we’re late
(Which
I hate)
The
blame is not mine.
Rock
steady,
I’m ready
To
make it on time.
I
ask,
But you task
Just
a few minutes more.
So
I wait
(Which
I hate)
Til
the sweat starts to pour.
But
I must confess
That
any duress disappears
When
at long last you show.
Who
cares if we’re late?
You
were well worth the
Wait
and the worry of
Waiting
to go.
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