Patience


     She said she likes him,
     I said I do too,
     She expected a cat fight,
     But what do I do?
     I have lots of patience,
     And the edge of age,
     I'll wait out the events,
     His actions I'll guage.
     In her head long rush,
     I'm sure she'll stumble
     And from her lack of experience
     Maybe she'll fumble.
     And I will be here,
     Still casually building,
     A friendship with him
     And watching and waiting.


                   Oct 1992

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