Still Waiting

The leaves turned to gold,
The sunlight turned to rain.
The lake turned to ice.
And all the ducks flew south.
Season turned to season
All the same, I will keep waiting.

Throngs of people turned to empty fields.
Shocking headlines turned to yesterday’s news.
Best new artists turned shriveled and gray.
And my used batteries died.
Season turned to season
All the same, I will keep waiting.

Hot new fads turned to moth-eaten tatters.
A fourth reign floundered in its ashes.
Peace turned to war and war to peace.
And weapons became shields.
Season turned to season
All the same, I will keep waiting.

Your desire turned to my memory.
The locks haven’t been changed.
My key became old and rusty.
And the wood decayed away.
Season turned to season
All the same, I will keep waiting.

Your picture is now faded.
Everything is in black and white.
Our hiding place in the tree is bare.
The lake is now a pond,
And no ducks come to fill it.
Season gives way to season.
All the same, I’m still waiting.

I didn’t chase you then;
I won’t you chase you now.
You’re on your own.
I’m here at home.
Season gives way to season.
All the same, I’m still waiting.

You can’t take forever.
You’ll come home in time.
I won’t chase you.
I’m still just waiting.