Anticipation

Author's Note: This is a poem that I wrote on anticipation. My focus is word choice.

 You dread the wait.

 The wait that seems to never end.

 You may be waiting for a break.

 A time to relax, with no stress at all.

 You may be waiting for a gift.

 A present you've been longing for.

 You may be waiting for snow.

 The excitement of a new season.

 Why is it that whenever you are waiting for something,

 Time always passes by so slowly?