Patience

To him who waits all things will come,

But patience is not sitting down

Upon the curbstones of the town

When skies are overcast and glum,

Nor is it watching day by day,

Indifferent to the tasks at hand,

Content in idleness to stand

Till something better comes your way.

 

The truly patient man is one

Who, checked and hindered by the fates,

Still barvely works the while he waits,

And holding fast unto his dream

Though halted now, still plays the man

And does whatever task he can,

However humble it may seem.

 

Day after day and week by week,

Against the odds must patience fight,

Clinging forever to the right.

"Tis not a virtue, pale and meek,

That merely sits beside the road

And waits for luck to come along;

But it's alive, alert and strong

And bravely bears a heavy load!