OK, so I was having a little fun with an idea when I wrote today's poem.
Still, it seems to speak to me, at least, of the impatience that seems to crowd into everyday life.
I hop into The Little Red Car and head to the grocery ... I get honked at when I don't start up quickly enough as a traffic light turns from red to green ... I don't select a cart as quickly as others ... I don't yield enough times to other shoppers at the ends of the aisles ... I seem to be holding up the checkout line as I fumble for the exact change ... and on the way home ... well, I get honked at again ...
Oh, I get impatient, too.
We don't have time for all that today, though. I can see that some of you are starting to fidget. Let's just say that I have my share of impatience, mainly with myself ... and the time it seems to take me to complete simple tasks.
I was thinking about that when I wrote today's poem, I guess.
I really would like to be a more patient person. I really would, except ... well, you'll soon enough see what the "except" is about, when you read today's short poem (meanwhile, thanks for your patience):
IT'S NOT EASY
I admire people
who have patience.
I wish I had
and I'm working
on it, but it just
seems to take
so long to learn.© 1996
(originally published in Capper's)
Today's word: impatience