Monday, September 29, 2014

Momentary

Nearly every day,
that passes
It occurs to me to wonder why.

That maybe there are,
better things
Are they ahead or somewhere behind.

I know that I choose,
no other way
Than to keep going the way I'm on.

But patience is a,
virtue that
Is struggled with before it is won.

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