Poetic Patience


Hold it Honey 
Go slow 
Enjoy the flow
For this moment will not stay and soon go. 

Heightened is your erotica
Imagining Archie and his Veronica
My gesture is to just add an element of paparika
Don't jump to conclusions 
For it will cause sciatica. 

Hold it Honey
Go slow 
Is my husband talking on PATIENCE
Got a blow? 🤪

Patience, he teaches to me
With ultimate glee
Is a virtue to be practised 
Than just preached
Adds value only when shown in a direction 
Or else life will require many a correction. 

To succeed in anything
You don't have to give up everything 
Patience costs nothing 
Only the direction is something 
To be looked above all things. 

" Work in the right direction 
Top it with Patience 
Success is yours companion"
Says my dear life
The success mantra runs rife
Because a poem is composed by his wife💃🏽

So I hope now on
You will go slow 
Enjoy the melting snow
But mind the direction of the flow
And see how with happiness you will glow😇



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