Hearing people complain, <br />Reminds me of a child... <br />Who has been told to be patient. <br />But couldn't. <br />And did their spoiled routines, <br />To be seen in public. <br /> <br />'Someone should have whacked him, <br />Or her on the ass. <br />But that time has passed.' <br />Those, of course, are my thoughts. <br />Kept to myself. <br /> <br />And after learning personally, <br />That patience with sacrifice... <br />And the doing of those things, <br />That were right for me... <br />Pays in the delivery, <br />Of unbelievable blessings... <br />My patience has become short, <br />With people whining all the time. <br /> <br />It seems my best conversations, <br />Have been with people... <br />I discovered had aches and pains, <br />And at no time with me did they mention them. <br />Or did they give me a reason to suspect it. <br />Until I noticed a slight limp when we shared smiles, <br />To then walk away. <br /> <br />It's still amazes me how many things I find to do, <br />The moment I hear others begin to make excuses.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-best-conversations/
