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.