Patience is a virtue despised
As we see gazing into folk’s eyes
So we rush towards death
in its phantom address
Then we make out we’re feeling surprised.
Where is it the place of our dreams?
In our coffin, noone will scheme..
See a blade of grass grow
In a crack where seeds blow
And life in miniutiae teems
Overwhelmed by the rocks in our path
Patience is pushed out by wrath
Yet in a rock climb
We concentrate all the time
Patience will save us from death.
And if diagnosed with a fate
Which will soon remove our fair estate
We may sink into blackness
And feel we are trackless
For what we lose there is never rebate
Yet others with just months left here
Live intensely and with far less deep fear
Fair hair on an arm
Eyes’singular charm
The unique,the concrete,they revere.
How my heart sings 
So True……Hugs! ❤
a shame
😉 Hugs!