Excitedly, I sit and wait,
to see my fate’s long strapping gate,
around the bend and on the stones.
My perching stoop aching my bones.
Longer days, and shorter some,
but I shall wait for fate to come,
for if I leave, I guarantee,
fate will come and pass by me.
Quietly, I long to hear.
Yet I may sit another year,
for the cobbled road to bring my fate.
Excitedly, I sit and wait.