The nest is almost dilapidated
And the tree is aging fast,
All in the neighborhood have dated
But mine seem to gather dust.
While I'm not in such a hurry
Was born with sacks of Patience,
I do enjoy their company
And I'd wither in their absence.
My kids are my buddies who have grown
Together we count days of waiting
We are what they call quirkyalone
Whatever life gives is a blessing!
*Quirkyalone - is a single person who is willing to wait for the right partner/spouse
'To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under heaven.'
Ecclesiastes 3: 1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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cynthia, thanks for sharing part of your life in a nice poem. and thanks for defining quirkyalone! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! i waited for the right spouse........but maybe not long enough as i've had three divorces. but i did not give up and so far the current marriage has lasted longer than each of the last two did. i especially liked your phrase: sacks of Patience, bri