Winner, In a Way

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 I remember--wait.

Remember when impatience won,
and I the outcome really lost.
Well, was it best? And was it fun?
That's when we learn to count the cost.

But I got up before the dawn,
to make sure we would not be late,
if my part was depended on.
Now, here I am, obliged to wait.

Do "All things come to those who wait?"
I have often heard that said.
If there is peace while we are late,
I'd say I still come out ahead.