It whispers and begs and bids me come,
â€œI will be but a moment,â€ say I.
But a moment grows from one to two.
â€œJust a moment, a moment more,â€ say I.
Louder it grows as it pleads and cries,
But focused on my task am I.
Though I long to lay it aside and come,
I cannot. â€œPlease wait, please wait,â€ say I.
‘Tis a fickle creature that asks me here,
And yet so devoted am I.
For when it calls, I answer and beg,
â€œDo not leave. Stay here, stay here,â€ plead I.
For once it is lost, ’twill not be regained.
Oh what a fool, what a fool, am I.
For I seized it not when it was mine.
â€œCome back, come back to me,â€ cry I.
Yet all is quiet and much too still,
For now it has left me alone.
When next it comes I will answer post-haste,
â€œBut for now I wait, I wait,â€ say I.