Mondays are just young Fridays

Discipline required, intent
or epoch mired by politics and
petty grievance. Days move
swiftly or slowly. I try
to keep up or stay ahead of a
variety of calamities.
Patience is not simply waiting,
but knowing when the time is
right. What should be done
today could easily wait until
Wednesday, or June,
when the weather then
may be more fitting than a day
when nothing seems right.
I wonder. If all I am doing
is standing still, am I being
patient or lazy?
How much time is unwillingly
wasted on baited breath as we
all work our way towards
certain death? It is only a
matter of time. How often are
you reminded?
Are you rushing ahead,
or waiting patiently?

04/19/2021                                   j.g.l.

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