Poetic Form: Dansa — She sits waiting forever Pining is sweet sorrow, and the eyes speak their own tale People hustle about unmindful of one so frail Strong bonds forged over years strain to sever She sits waiting forever Around every corner, she seeks hope like a holy grail Patience a virtue she has long mastered on every trail A fool on a hill, her eyes moist never She sits waiting forever Rain, sun, and hard shale affect not the optimism of her tail