From the hill there runs water <br />Feeding down into a stream <br />On the bank stands a boy <br />Casting for the fish of his dream <br /> <br />Across the feilds there's a girl <br />Planting flowers down there on her knees <br />Not wishing for a prince to come take care of her <br />Just wishing for the love of her life, please <br /> <br />Down the road lives an old man <br />Who lost his wife of fifty years <br />Now he just sits there in her rocker <br />Holding her picture, and shedding those tears <br /> <br />In town there's an old lady <br />Wishing to find someone to hold <br />Someone to truely love her <br />Before all the love stories are told <br /> <br />Down the street, in a church <br />There's a preacher who knows each one <br />He prays foe each of them <br />Long before his day is done <br /> <br />We can all wish and pray <br />For the loves of our life <br />But none will come true <br />Until the time is right <br /> <br />wrote 5/24/2010 by Norman Hale Jr.<br /><br />norman hale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/until-the-time-is-right/
