7aki Fadi

You can get so confused

that you’ll start in to race

down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace

and going on for miles across weirdish wild space,

headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The waiting place…

… for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go

or a bus to come, or a plane to go

or the mail to come, or the rain to go

or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow

or waiting around for a Yes or No

or waiting around for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite

or waiting for wind to fly a kite

or waiting around for Friday night

or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake

or a pot to boil, or a Better Break

or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants

or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.

Everyone is just waiting.

Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

By Dr. Suess

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