be patient
you tell the child in his chair,
the young
man
under thirty,
there will be your
time.
you'll work, you'll marry.
children will arrive.
you'll live
over there.
be patient, be patient,
you'll reach a point,
when you lean
on your cane,
your hair gone grey
and wish that
it was all yet not there.
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