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Patience
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Patience |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Patience is a virtue, at least I’ve heard that said- But patience seems to end, friend, the moment that you’re dead. Better far to move through life, with eager eyes to see- And savor every single breath, ere mortal coil we flee. Take time to smell the flowers, to court a winsome lass- To taste the flavor of this life, which all too soon will pass. To love, to war, to write an ode, to drink from life’s sweet cup- Ere age and illness, sap our strength, indeed will use us up. Patience? Pah, a loser’s choice, I say, full speed ahead- There’s time to take a nice, long nap, after we are dead- So live! So, laugh! So, love a maid… and die in prime of life! Better far than waste away, one die in battle’s strife. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
An exquisite, wonderful, happy poem expressing the joy, delight and exhilaration of spontaneity and following one’s heart and letting one’s emotions fly free, high and deliciously wild! I love it, John! |
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