Queue

Wait and more wait

Queue for everything

To deliver the new

And dispose the worn few

Half  spent in accumulation

Another half in wait

What contains your basket

Stuff useless and stale

There is but one way

Strange and mysterious

Shunned by everyone

As it has nothing to display

One who is other worldly

Took to this path

Tired of things worldly

And its queues long

He walked and walked

Deep and deeper inside

When mystery began unfolding

He froze outside and inside

It was then that he heard

A deep and commanding voice

Don't go back, my dear child

Bear a little more, and comes your prize

Baffled and out of wits

He stood there still

Then whispered someone

Right you walk, but when the world will

Queue and wait

Ready to stagnate

What is the world's fate

When only muck it generates

There is no queue in His home

Only if you are ready to receive

As much and more than your heart's fill

Come, kiss His feet, and His Grace shall envelope thee!