Patience
Patience is a virtueI hold in quantity,
But I often wonder
But I often wonder
If it is not a curse,
Happiness sacrificed
For temporary peace
I do believe one man
Can save a hundred
But only by choice,
So for you I have patience
But what do you do with it?
Are my sacrifices worth it?
Or do I become that
Foolish, ignorant fool?
I was taught patience
Through pain and blood,
I was taught tolerance
Through a flawed acceptance,
Does this mean they are right
For this strange situation?
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