Crescendo
I sit here, suit pants, no shirt, no socks or shoes,
I am waiting for the crescendo…
It is obvious by my apparel it was not today.
The day started out fine: sunny and warm and blue,
If I had to choose, today would be a crescendo day,
But here I sit…
I keep hoping each day that something big will happen,
Yet they all seem to run together, mundane sets the pace…
I am however always waiting for that crescendo…
I have though, a very real and formidable fear:
When a day does bring the crescendo…
Will it be the beginning or the end?
© Joseph James
6-9-10 from 'O the Elms'
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