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WAITING IN THE WINGS

This is not a poem. It’s a song I had in me, but as I’m not a musician, it’s a NAKED poem. WAITING IN THE WINGS Been writing you a love song Been doing it for years, A song about my feelings that would Move you right to tears… But when I found the courage…

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This is not a poem. It’s a song I had in me, but as I’m not a musician, it’s a NAKED poem.

WAITING IN THE WINGS

Been writing you a love song
Been doing it for years,
A song about my feelings that would
Move you right to tears…

But when I found the courage
And my fingers hit the keys
The only words that I could find…
The only words were these…

CHORUS
Waiting in the wings
I’ve been waiting in the wings
Years and years of waiting
While you did other things
I never wanted anything
I never hoped for more
‘Cos you belonged to someone else
But that was all before

Well things are different baby
And your first love let you down
You lean on me and need me now
And things have turned around

Your life was safe and so secure
Twenty years of steady
But then the whole thing blew apart
And you, my love weren’t ready

CHORUS
Waiting in the wings
I’ve been waiting in the wings
Years and years of waiting
While you did other things
I never wanted anything
I never hoped for more
‘Cos you belonged to someone else
But that was all before

Now you know just how it feels
To live with things unstable
Your life has no direction…
Your cards blown off the table

Things can change so instantly…
The blinking of an eyelid
You face the things that you did
And I face the things that I did

She’s gone now babe – she’s left you
It’s both her fault and yours
And I was ready, waiting…
You the boat and me the oars

CHORUS
You’re waiting in the wings
Yeah you’re waiting in the wings
Now you can do the waiting
While I do other things
It’s now that I want everything
I won’t put up with less
You once belonged to someone else
And now your life’s a mess.

Waiting in the wings
We’re always waiting in the wings
We all belong to someone else
We all want other things

The love song’s just been written
It needed to be done
I won’t be in the wings no more
My waiting time is done.

ENDS
Author: grahamwhittaker
What do I call myself? A novelist? A journalist? Writer on demand? Copywriter? Ghostwriter? Poet? Is there a single word to describe all these things? if anyone knows one please tell me. I started out life as a journalist after my service time in the RN. I was 22. My love then was music writing, contributing articles to most of the pop/rock magazines of the time. As time went by I ghostwrote biographies for celebs, wrote novels, and made a general living from writing everything from love letters to translating menus in China to acceptable English. I have written greetings cards, manuals, How to books on so many subjects I forget. My living has been as a writer on demand. So, my blog is an eclectic collection of HOW MY BRAIN WORKS. Recently I started writing blogs for company blogs. In my retirement I find myself writing more, about more subjects than I ever covered as a roving journalist. I ask myself why having reached the age of leisure why I am now busier than ever before! If you have a blog, or a job to offer, I'm an obsessive researcher and turnaround time is fast. Yes, I know, I'm a HACK. A writer for money. A gun for hire. But hey... we all have our failings. Thanks for calling in. Feel free to chat and comment. I'll even get back to you with a thank you note!
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