Is There Patience


Patience.
A limited talent.
One so scarce,
one so rare.
If it’s present, it’s unseen.
People think slow,
and they react fast.
A quotient for fear and evil.
It’s in our homes.
It’s at our jobs.
It’s an action only curbed when the heart is sullen.
A humble soul, so loving and kind.
To change our hearts, will lead to togetherness,
in very little time.


Michelle Poet
8/19/00

Home