October 24, 2019
Patience, where art thou?
Like a mailbox, people await you empty, and now.
No letter from her, or check to eat dinner.
A simple plan on hold, moving so bravely.
I’ll try better thoughts, the emotion’s degrading.
A mood’s meant for people to move.
…with all their heart and soon behoove.
A voice in mind with sound.
Understanding most people need it loud,
For our audience, we beg not to prowl,
But sound in sight influences every strike.
GoFundMe for the people, I must type.
On the other hand, a lonely writer who needs a touch.
Embracing words which come so tough…
But good comes with patience.
Another word for a plan, writing to finish it.
Slow as bamboo,
Growing so wait on it.