LIMBO

Many folk experience

This time of in between

House sold but new one not complete

A world of not quite being

Each day a brand new box to tick

A different hurdle to jump

The fear that it could yet go wrong

Making the poor heart thump

Pretend that it’s a holiday

As you rent a short term place

A chance for exploration

While continuing the chase

Just wishing to be settled

Not waiting day to day

For no more boxes to be ticked

No forms to go astray

The end will come

With no more stress

The limbo does subside

Really we’re the lucky ones

With somewhere to reside

Published by gbg1954

Musings, in verse, about life past and present.

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