Question (a sonnet)

I hear you say you’ll sit right where you are
And wait for what might choose to come your way,
And if it doesn’t come-whate’er it be-
Then it was never meant for you, you say.
So might we all, thus following your path,
Find our own peace and wait for all to come
To us as we thus sit and beam our light
Out to the world, each sitting on her bum.
But wait. I see a little problem here:
If everyone is sitting idly by
Awaiting every other one to take
Initiative to stand up and to try,
Then what will ever happen or improve,
And what, pray tell me, Dear, becomes of Love?

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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2 Responses to Question (a sonnet)

  1. rita kowats says:

    It thrives or slides together! In aging I am working on accepting the vocation of wise waiting without the guilt that ensues on the back of lifelong activism. Tall order.

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