Day the twenty-seventh

Today the challenge is write a poem as a review of something.


Waiting

It would be better if there was a time limit
I think, and a sense of where the beginning
Begins and where the end might begin
To be an end or at least to stop being
A perpetual beginning.

It would be better if the people who are
In charge of this had any idea what
They were doing and if they listened
To people who are not in charge but who
Do know what they are doing.

It would also be better if someone could
Arrange the weather so that instead of
Days of dreich and rain and clouds and mist
And misery we had a spell of constant sun
Lasting until at least the beginning of the end.


Overall I fear I can only give one out of ten.