Patience
Sounds small;
Dear to all and,
Sits in every human soul,
Trials and tribulations,
Annoyances and fretfulness,
Hustle and bustle,
Pain and struggle,
All join together,
To provoke her
A bit to rustle,
She is frightened,
Thorns strewn
Over her path,
Only to evoke
Painful wrath,
But life is short.
And those anguishes
Are absolute,
And may hurt,
But for an hour,
With absolute faith on her,
Souls could hush cares to rest.
When night is almost done,
And sun shines bright and fair,
To face the day, why fear,
With hope and patience,
Victory is yours, my dear.......
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Patience... sounds small, but dear to all! If there is patience many a brawl and discord can be averted! The reward it reaps is enormous! ! A very inspirational write! !