Endurance
Very few remember to giggle
And their waists wriggle,
When they should’ve been hissing
Over The Unhappily Missing:
Very few with their fingers still describing Victory,
In dumbfounding defiance of a frustrated history…
Warranting deafening bangs on a table
Of one badly wanting ‘The stable’.
Thinking have I been of Endurance,
That to a sufferer is some assurance,
That he shall later his big dreams witness
And testify to The Lord’s Goodness!
Picturing have I been a Labour Room
With expectant mothers envisioning doom…
They must themselves arm with Endurance,
If they are to win the waiting punishment
Fulfilling smiles flashing of this assurance
To clean come out, not a slight impairment.
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