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Patience Tested

I tap my foot, don't want it heard;
it looks like we are running late.
Aware of time, don't say a word,
not hard if you remember--wait.

Remember when impatience won,
and you the hoped for outcome lost.
Well, was it best--and was it fun?
We learn this way to count the cost.

But I was up before the dawn,
made sure I wouldn't make us late,
if my part was depended on.
Now here I am, obliged to wait.

Do all things come to them who wait,
I have often heard it said.
With peace, even if we're late,
I still come out ahead.

06/28/2015 Carol Welch
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