Patience, the virtue which I most often request.
But somehow seem to fail myself.
Advising that good comes to those who wait.
Whilst in my heart that time so grates.
Why must we wait? I here you say.
Then after explaining I too wonder for days.
Why oh why? I ponder on.
Until my need subsides, although never gone.
Patience, a virtue we both must exercise.
Even though we both always ask why?