Those who wait,
bearing their burdens, carrying their weight,
resisting the urge to take the bait,
which will only last for a while
and eternally rip out their smile.
Those who wait,
consoling themselves with songs of hope,
singing the hymn of a better tomorrow,
where there will be no existence of sorrow,
as they wish that their joy boom high like the Kilimanjaro.
Those who wait,
with patience and perseverance,
in prayer and endurance,
will receive the golden medal,
at the end of their journey,
and they will be regarded as the original.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order