The wait is great
If all you make
Is on the wait
Becomes its own grate
Others are cooler by far
Because their options are
As numerous as the stars
Your ladder is of tar
Stuck on wait
The continuous grate
Like weighted slate
Its slant so great
It can be a tragedy
That waiting turns to agony
But thinking of coming pleasure
Is worthy of its measure
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