Bide Your Time Poem by Paul Reed

Bide Your Time



Bide your time, suffer the blows
Everything that is meant to, will come to be
The bud will open and become the rose
The river will flow patiently to the sea;

Although dark night creeps in with stealth
And the morning seems a lifetime away
The rising sun will bring it's wealth
And you will see the day.

Friday, November 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: patience
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