Hopin’ My Life Will Suddenly Change

early morning hour
sittin’ all alone
with my dreams
watchin’, waitin’, hopin’
my life will suddenly change

too early for first sunlight
to brighten up my day
too late for early evening rain
to wash away all my sorrows
sittin’, waitin’, hopin’ my life will suddenly change

too young to know the difference
between walkin’ and ridin’ on the train
either way, life ain’t goin’ my way
burnin’ midnight oil
dreamin’ just once my life will change

hours, days, years
been a wastin’
sittin’ all alone
these early morning hours
hopin’ my life will suddenly change

Note: I wrote this poem between my junior
and senior years in high school. That would be 1968.
If your counting, that would be 40 years ago!
This is another song lyrics poem.

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: http://www.donaldiannone.com Wisdom Work Press: https://wisdomworkpress.wordpress.com

13 thoughts on “Hopin’ My Life Will Suddenly Change

  1. You knew the answer to this, ‘sittin’, waitin’, hopin’ my life will suddenly change’. Between the verses of your thoughts here the answer laid itself well, ‘either way, life ain’t goin’ my way’. Life is a wonder-filled wonderful mystery. Do visit me at my virtual home when you are free.

  2. Thanks Cyclopseven for stopping and commenting. I wrote this poem 40 years ago. I think my chief concern then was “independence” and wanting to be on my own. There was a sense of limited hope at times for me, UNTIL in my senior year when I shifted to another place in my life–one that was both more inward and outward-looking.

  3. Thought this one sounded like from that period. Good one, young fella! Cryin’ out for some music.

  4. Thanks Kai. Glad you enjoyed.

    Nasra: Thanks. Good hearing from you. Does it feel that way with you too? Well, I guess I’m not alone…

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