Patience, The Man Who Waited

In all the fables, I never read the story of the man who waited. 
Waiting, not like the yammering two, expecting Godot, 
but for things that only a lifetime of truly tried patience can keep.

There must be a long-lost tale, 
spun by some grandfatherly slave to teach the virtue to his masters’ spoiled children. 

A shot in the dark,
a blind hope,
to maybe, 
just,
by some, 
miraculous chance,
one day,
to dream,
that this wait might end.

Burning, starving, growing,
more intolerable with every second,

and somehow longer now, 
as anticipation makes every passing traveler seem a false arrival. 

He waits for something new. 
A thing seen, smelled, and almost tasted,
but never offered in kind.

by D. Ryan Lafferty

http://www.DartanionPress.com

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