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What the predator employs
In waiting for its prey
And also what the pious employs
When waiting for what they pray
It’s a tool that cannot be held in hand
But is used by most every day
It’s one of the most useful things of Man
And can be used in so many ways
It cannot be stored, not kept, nor lent
Held in check, nor given away
It must be learned and is dearly earned
Exercised daily, one must say
It’s a blessing, a skill, a virtue too
It’s rewarding, but takes a bit of skill
And if you don’t have it, don’t sweat it
Just have patience, and soon you will
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem