early morning hour
sittin’ all alone
with my dreams
watchin’, waitin’, hopin’
my life will suddenly change
too early for first sunlight
to brighten up my day
too late for early evening rain
to wash away all my sorrows
sittin’, waitin’, hopin’ my life will suddenly change
too young to know the difference
between walkin’ and ridin’ on the train
either way, life ain’t goin’ my way
burnin’ midnight oil
dreamin’ just once my life will change
hours, days, years
been a wastin’
sittin’ all alone
these early morning hours
hopin’ my life will suddenly change
Note: I wrote this poem between my junior
and senior years in high school. That would be 1968.
If your counting, that would be 40 years ago!
This is another song lyrics poem.
Poetic Alchemist 
Andrew: Thanks. What a nice thing to say. I like that!
Gautami: Thanks. I felt more timeless when I was 17 years old. That’s for sure.
This is the sound of your spirit before it was folded and tucked. I love it!
It has that timeless feel to it!
Thanks Kai. Glad you enjoyed.
Nasra: Thanks. Good hearing from you. Does it feel that way with you too? Well, I guess I’m not alone…
Dan: Thanks. Hope K is feelin’ better. Definitely from…a lone time ago. See you in Wheelin’
wonderful
how sweet ..At times it feels like that for me
Thought this one sounded like from that period. Good one, young fella! Cryin’ out for some music.
Thanks Cyclopseven for stopping and commenting. I wrote this poem 40 years ago. I think my chief concern then was “independence” and wanting to be on my own. There was a sense of limited hope at times for me, UNTIL in my senior year when I shifted to another place in my life–one that was both more inward and outward-looking.
You knew the answer to this, ‘sittin’, waitin’, hopin’ my life will suddenly change’. Between the verses of your thoughts here the answer laid itself well, ‘either way, life ain’t goin’ my way’. Life is a wonder-filled wonderful mystery. Do visit me at my virtual home when you are free.
Borut: Thanks and yes I believe you are right.
watchin’, waitin’, hopin’ – still valid…