Saturday, February 27, 2010

Patience

Gentle strokes with precision and grace..

portraying life and what it takes...

Sleeping around with damsels and dames...

Feeling mellow and everything's fake...

Blunts in hand, a drag we take...

Money and fame is what most crave

A feeling inside one cannot help but display..

Where we were! .with cattle and hay..

All you see now is disappointment and dismay...

A social animal alone he cannot stay ..

He crashes around every shore till he finds the one with whom he wishes to sway...

Flings and affairs have their own kick...

But wrack your mind for you get to pick...

The clock you curse for it never fails to tick...

The candle is flickering, melted has the wax and burnt out the wick

Patience is wearing, but the reward is worthy of it...

Bid your time.... for yours is coming kid.

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