Waiting, Still

This is an old poem I wrote 9 years ago, I found it the other day and thought I'd post it here.

Robin, Robin! Spread you wings,
Yes, fly away for better things,
And never shall you wonder why;
Or stay to see what Winter brings,

For you can never hear me cry,
Or say your name upon a sigh,
I'm waiting just to hear you sing;
I'll wait for you until I die.