If it is the arrival of loved ones I wait impatiently.
If it is the arrival of the Man with the Scythe, I can wait
patiently for an eternity.
I have less patience with my declining abilities. Why can’t
I do it and do it now?!
For little ones who are still finding their way I have great
patience.
For older ones who believe their way is the only way and
demand that others follow it,
my patience has a short fuse.
Is patience an offshoot of understanding?
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