Patience
he was patience
i could see that at first look
no frown upon his face
could anyone spot
noticed how he held
his mug of coffee
close with
swollen knuckled hands
he was happy to
oblige anyone
for any favor they asked
he was a patient man
sitting at the same
seat every day he came
to eat his very same
eggs over hard and sausage
on the side
he was a comfort
the girls for he would
put up with no nonsense
to none that threatened
no matter who they were
for a year and 1 day i saw
him in the same way
and then on the 366th day
he came no more
he was a patient man
they say he killed himself
in the back of the store
Copyright © Janetta Harrington | Year Posted 2006
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