Patience is a necessary thing
In very short supply, sometimes, with me.
I do not like to simply wait and see,
Or pause for breath. I find such pauses bring
Only frustration, and I firmly cling
To my belief that patience ought to be
Less necessary. I disdain to be
Staring at life, waiting for its ping.
And yet her absence makes me droop and wait:
I cannot hurry it, although I would,
Although I'm certain it would do me good
To see her now, not have to hesitate.
But I cannot, and so patience must come
I really hope somewhere that I have some.
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