You all the time, something I wait…

You all the time, something I, not so long ago, I realized one terrible thing: all life is equal to the word “meet” You all the time, something is waiting waiting for it to cool coffee Waiting for summer Waiting for the New Year are Awaiting when an asteroid will fall, and when your cat finally get You forward messages on Facebook and call to the phone No matter how old are you, thirty, seventy-five or forty are you waiting for, wife from work, and at five, my mom to take with kindergarten And still waiting and waiting: the salary, the end of the film, but when you go the extra pounds, but come gray hairs Waiting for victory over your fears and defeat rival waiting, waiting around, Waiting Waiting for the gift and kind words just Waiting to catch a tram Waiting for a pizza delivery and the end of the day, And again waiting, waiting, waiting holding out all, only and always, And even the Colonel is expecting letters, though he did not write But the sweetest thing someone’s waiting for you, Not because you need something, but simply waiting, because you are No matter where you are waiting for: online, at home, or hell take the time to those who wait Sometimes they’re quite normal “Murka”, and to them calmly that you’re here, you’re here

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