When He Calls

I wish that I could wake and then...
Start the day all over again
How could a morning become so bad
In merely a few hours, I'm left sad

Tears just seem to fall today
I guess I'm depressed, so they say
But soon will come a special time of day
When my love wipes all of my tears away

So I'll just hold on until it's time
And sit here writing prose and rhyme
Not watching the clock to still my mind
For it ticks so slow and that's unkind

Just a few more hours I have left
Until I forget these tears I have wept
And a gentle smile shall adorn my face
When he calls me into his loving embrace

~THE FLOWING PEN~
2-17-04

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