Patience: A poem 

When loneliness at doors does sadly knock 

When rejection and denial the driveway block 

When answers and prayers are only tepid words 

When clocks age and break and go unheard 

When virtues go unnoticed and bend like burdens 

When hard work in unrequited corners lies huddled 

When dishonest hearts clutch at the rewards 

And corrupt men have all the Aces in the pack of cards 

How justice is a switch without a current 

When fortune to the good plays mighty truant 

When integrity is laid bare by treacherous motive 

It is time to turn the page to the chapter of the passive 

For fortitude is a gift worthy of the intrepid 

Prognosis for the silent is eternity’s rapid 

That it is worth the wait to be stoically patient 

For the ultimate bounty is for those who heed to conscience