Waiting

I'm still waiting.
It gets lonely sometimes, the only people that bother to talk to me are
the pregnant teenagers, who don't know what their dad'll do when he
finds out.
The desperate father, who needs the money to get his kids a decent
Christmas present this year.
The man in black comes to see me every day.

What about you?
Every day I sit here, patiently waiting.
Yet still you don't come.
There's always something more important.
Money, TV, the latest fashions.
You celebrate my birthday every year
But never bother to invite me to your wild parties.
Please don't forget me, someday you will be begging for my
forgiveness.