Waiting

A woman waits for marriage

A woman waits for children

She waits for her big Mal to come back home

At five clock, or six o'clock, till it's nine o'clock

And there's no clock to ease the pain

Pain she can't explain

As the woman waits in the dark

For a spark, that was once there

That isn't there, not ever there!

Alone and waiting, and wailing

Whining and waning

Wanting and wasting and woe

Waiting, fixating

Debating, lose weighting

Ice-skating, lactating and so

We wait to laugh

We wait to cry

We wait for every hopeful breath

Waiting for a lousy, rotting

Vicious, rancid, flushed out

Fetid, frenzied, fatal

Death