The other frogs consider me aloof <br />And mock each out-of-season mating call, <br />But I regard my plight as living proof <br />That faith can foster something magical. <br />So crouching patiently above the scum <br />With chin uplifted, eyelids low and still, <br />I wait for my redeeming love to come. <br /> <br />With numbing numbers cruelly reduced <br />To caviar for snacking perch and trout, <br />Dessert for weary birds before they roost <br />Or toys that idle boys have caught for sport, <br />It all confirms my sense of destiny. <br />Someday she will appear to grace this plot <br />And recognize the manifest in me.<br /><br />AM Juster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-9/
