Wait 1
Wait 1
It is a thing we seem to do
For a minute or an hour or two
Like the watched pot that doesn’t boil
Waiting seems my day to spoil
Is that because I allow it to
While I sit and wait for you
Or is it because I impatient am
To make the most of each hour I can
In shops and stores they do it well
I’ll be with you in a moment the customers tell
A moment stretches evermore
Until you begin to edge to the door
And then the phone begins to call
Excuse me Madam are the words that fall
From the shop assistants lips
As time away from you it slips
Or thank you for waiting as you hold
Listening to a message told
Of how important is your call
And we will get to you one and all
Until you decide you have had enough
And really do not need the stuff
Or hold on and on and tell your mate
I really do not like to wait