Poem

This is a poem I started years ago but never really liked, then I revised it and I like it much better now! Any suggestions on the title?


Time passes slowly,
steady as an old oak tree
writing, hoping, praying
The wise old oak has seen many pass & fail
But all I've seen today is failure
...will I join them?
Or can I be good enough
The old oak ponders as well
Waiting, wondering, anticipating
Smiling as if confident
My heart stops to hear the news...
Yes! Breathe comes back to my body
The strong old oak winks as I pass by

-JSA