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.”]
Anna E. Meyer 