Patience
Patience
Patience is something I know that I lack,
I’m one waiting line away from a heart attack.
I want immediate satisfaction, immediate result,
I’m running a race, not dancing a waltz.
I’m always early, I’m never late,
Procrastination is something I hate.
I’m not one to sit on my hands,
My attention span is like a rubber band.
Pull me too far, I’ll snap and break,
Yet you tease me to see how much I can take.
You say “a good woman is worth waiting for”.
And you’re smiling all-the-while I’m pacing the floor.
“Patience my dear” you say with a grin,
As we walk out the door, late once again.
Evening finally comes and you’re ready for bed,
You fluff up the pillow under your head.
“Are you coming My Love?” a passionate cry,
“In a minute Sweetheart, the ballgames a tie”.
Patience!
Copyright © Jeff Morehead | Year Posted 2011
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