Waiting can be bothersome,
If
not downright unreasonable
When
weaving through the barriers
Of,
“GIVE IT TO ME, NOW.”
Where
comes the need? This instant need
For
pleasure and fulfillment,
As
though there’s cause to
Reap
the crops
Before
the soil, for seed, is ploughed.
It’s
what I want.
It’s
what I need,
The
one thing I desire.
The
new, the now, the everything
To
which I most aspire.
But
Patience is long-suffering.
She
muddles through with pluck and grit,
Her
stoic presence taciturn,
Although
she may lament a bit
While
biding in anticipation
Pondering
the “either / or”.
Anything
that’s worth its weight is
Always
worth the waiting for.
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