The Master Didn’t Appear.

The Master Didnt Appear. short poem

The Master Didnt Appear. short poemUploaded by Gee Cee


Come along and wait with me,
He said he’ll come and come shall he,
So don’t be Daft just let it be,
For we are where we ought to be,

It’s been so long I know it too,
You look pale, is that a flu,
Now I know what we should do,
We will stay and wait till he comes through,

I know my dear no need to shout,
He said there’s a time when this will sprout,
I know you are scared and filled with doubt,
But we will wait come rain, come drought,

I’m filled with faith but in comes fear,
I’m all alone Death took my dear,
The pain is numb so hence the beer,
I was ready the Master didn’t appear.

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I am a young writer from Africa (Tanzania) who wishes to go abroad and hope his writing will make him fly.
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