Patience in a Poem

By Anna E. Olson

 

Patience.

It can be an issue.

But not so at the same time.

I can be patient.

Sometimes.

 

I’m patient with my students,

Most of the time.

What?

When they leave,

Sometimes I complain to myself.

 

I’m patient with people I’m around

At least for the most part.

Not always.

But for the most part,

They can’t see a hint of impatience.

 

When I have a ton of energy,

I feel I must use it.

It’ll go,

And I’ll miss my chance.

So give me something to do!

 

When I have that weird energy,

I can be annoying.

Sometimes.

To certain people.

But I’m getting better at containing it.

 

My worst area of impatience

I have no control.

THE FUTURE.

I can’t do anything.

Not now to change it, really.

 

Worrying about the future is another issue.

But what good does it do?

Nothing.

So I cast my worries,

Because I know God cares for me.

 

Sometimes…

I can be patient.

But not so at the same time.

It can be an issue.

Oh, patience.

 

[Written yesterday, but I didn’t publish it today, because I exercised “patience.”]

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