As in my chair, I dream
Impossible, it may seem
I think of a day
When I can peacefully pray
A day when I can sit on my porch and read
When no one will intercede
All the frustration they feed
With their constant greed
A day when I can please me
The patience rejectee
I have waited and waited my turn
As life's lessons, I learn
No bills to worry
No need to hurry
One day a wife
Instead of the endless strife
A life with less stress
This situation, such a mess
Only strangers I see
It's so confusing to me
A faith unending
As a another runner their sending
A day when pressure is less
So tired, I must confess
Lonely road has been so long
Will, so strong
Vision I see
Is a quiet life for me
Free from all the gloom
The rose that's yet bloom
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