Waiting Patiently

"Are we there yet?" comes the plaint
from the kids in their back seat.
"This is boring," they proclaim.
"Just be patient," we entreat.

But are we not just like them,
ever wanting time jam-packed?
Do our waiting hours condemn
us to feeling out of whack?

I've a thought or two on how
we can overcome this plight.
Wipe the furrows from your brow
and I'll tell you what I might.

But not now.
You'll have to wait for it.

Copyright ©2019, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.