10/26/23
Here I stand, and here I wait
Patiently, outside the gate
Lips are cracked, and hands are cold
Heart and mind are growing old
Will he come? I do not know
Ages since I saw him go
How could one I’ve seen the most
Now become as good as ghost?
I hope that soon the day will come
When warmth will fill what now is numb
Till then, I’ll wait, my dearest friend
Eager for this bond to mend
Pilgrim Poet 