Patience is a fleeting thing
It flies away on fairy wings
It dances, prances across the show
disappears, an afterglow
The fury that doth takes it's place
a windy road, a fiery chase!
An argument that no one wins
between you and your kin
You slam the door
(just in your head)
And throw yourself
Upon your bed
Deep breaths you try
to gulp them in
but they're waiting upstairs
those sharks with fins
Little do they even know
how you view them
Don't let it show
Because at night you lie awake
And wish them well
For your own future elderly self's sake
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