The Art Of Being Patient

I’ve never met anyone
more impatient
than my grandmother

She couldn’t even wait
for red traffic light
She then told the driver next to her
not to stop but to just drive on,
she would pay the fine

If the clock ticked too slowly,
she adjusted the time

I inherited her impatience
As I’ve never been good at waiting
I always raced at full speed
towards my dreams

But you, my love, taught me
the art of being patient
To wait for you
Moment by moment
Breath by breath

And now I am almost
as patient as a saint
For if it would be necessary
I would wait for you
a thousand lifetimes

(Although sometimes,
just like my grandmother,
I would rather adjust the clock
and jump some timelines)



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