We make some plans and count the days
Until
the date is nigh,
Which
sometimes comes so fast we wonder
How
the time slipped by.
Yet
other times, impatiently,
We
wait and wait and wait
And
it seems like forever ‘til
That
long-awaited date.
When
something’s on the calendar
We
long for or we dread,
We
can’t do more than count the days
And
wait for what’s ahead.
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