Anthony Ward- A Poem

Waiting

I can’t just splash a smile on my face

Hoping it will wash off on others

While they sit there retentively

With their faces smudged

Expecting me to wait on them

While deciding what they want.

I can’t serve them my imperfection

And take all their criticism

While I stand there retentively

Looking down on them

All looking up to me

To serve them well.

 

Anthony tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in a number of literary magazines including The Faircloth Review, Drunk Monkeys, Jellyfish whispers, Turbulence, Dead Snakes, Underground, The Autumn Sound, and The Rusty Nail, amongst others.