A Poem In Honor Of Those Waiting

I Would Have Been

by Miss Deb

(Note: this poem is not intended to induce any self-pity, lack of trust in the Lord, discontentment, or doubts of God's faithfulness. It is only meant tongue-in-cheek as a humorous look at our own limited perspectives as we wait. Laughter is often the best medicine for any singleness blues, so with that in mind, I offer some comic relief to my fellow "waiters".)

I would have been a King's Wife,
With servants and jewels to be dealing;
But they didn't warn him the shingles were weak--
He went right through the ceiling.

I would have been a Rancher's Wife
In denim, blue and stiff;
But he couldn't get his horse to stop--
They both fell off the cliff.

I would have been a Musician's Wife,
In the concert hall, hearing him play;
But the piano keys cover slapped down fast and hard--
Trapping his fingers to stay.

I would have been an Explorer's Wife,
Seeing the world as we could;
But he never was one for asking directions--
Now he's lost for good.

I would have been a Builder's Wife
Swinging a hammer with vim;
But he didn't steady the frame of the house--
It all collapsed on him.

I would have been a Detective's Wife
Looking for clues galore;
But he stood in front of the guy with the gun--
His funeral is tomorrow at four.

I would have been so many things,
So many parts to mourn;
But now I know why an Old Maid I am--
My knight was never born!