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Patience

“Patience, I’ve got that,
discipline, suits me like a hat,
a gift from mother earth,
fitted right by birth”.

He spoke these words,
with confidence,
and shared these lines,
inspired by their ambience.

Felt they helped him by,
stood him in such good stead,
Simple, rhythmic lines, nothing shy,
it was time to go to bed.

Though patience, calm,
as birdsong on a fence,
They tend to come and go,
like roads of lifelong friends.

“Patience… do I hold it?”
His mindset appears to alter,
“Discipline, will at all it fit,
on days that seem to falter?”

The simple answer it is here,
It is all relative, it’s true, it’s clear;

Such words, such rhythmic lines,
are easier, much easier to come by,
indeed, more comforting the minds,
when her head on shoulder rests,
than when it’s way across the sea.



Kalle Vian