Absolutely! Wasteful and wasting world we so woefully wither while wishing and waiting. For what?? Wait for weekends but we work whole weeks. Want for waning waistbands, wedding rings, or whopping wallets while watching through windows wistfully. When, man? When will we want what's within, not without? We won't, when we watch with our appetites whet. With a taste of what could be, what may be, not yet. What pride we have in what prizes we have, yet boast only, we should, of worthwhile wealth where we wear our wearisome and weathered heart. Wheresoever our wayward wills will wander, we will wrongheadedly walk without wholehearted wit. Wrestling with what we ought want and want when. Completely missing the wondrousness of one when-abouts... The painful, pressing and always perfectly pertinent "Now".
