Gratitude

Sometimes you wait, and then wait some more,
"Be patient", they say.
"Good things come to those who wait", they say.
But the wait leads to expectations,
Expectations spread like weeds,
Dis allowing roses to bloom.

Then one fine day, 
You're jolted out from your reverie,
Cause you're in the midst of the very dream,
Living it. 
Observe. Be grateful.



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