I’ve fought a good fight,
I’ve run a good race
I’ve shown out my lite,
I’ve kept up the pace
How long will this last, how long will I have to wait
I’ve lived on this earth,
for a long, long time
I’ve talked of your worth,
not getting a dime.
How long will this last, How long will I have to wait
I’ve taught about you,
In my church and school
I’ve lived within you,
they think I’m a fool
How long will this last, How long will I have to wait
I haven’t been mute,
I’ve spoken out loud
They will persecute,
Out there in the crowd
I’ve been through so much,
I think I might fall
You are not my crutch,
I know you’re my all
I’ve listened to you,
I’ve answered your call
I have been so true,
I’ve given my all.
Now I’m getting tired,
My body’s worn out
Don’t know what to do,
I just ain’t that stout.
How long will it last, How long will I have to wait
At this time, I considered all my poems as “songs”, and almost
always forced a happy ending. This is one of the very first for which I allowed the
“song” to end without correcting it with a “solution” at the
end. I was 15 when I wrote this one.
Note that this poem does not express doubt, but merely frustration and questioning.