A Befitting Value
Patience
What is it?
A nonexistence.
The mind was wicked, and the body was involuntary.
Play around, aggravate sound, Adam found.
Indeed, an innocent one.
Patience
What is it?
A word–a sensational one.
Popularity possessed, and reality lacked.
Wrath obscured, cheer unsecured, Eve assured.
Indeed, an arrogant one.
Patience
What is it?
A vital tool, and a benevolent creator.
Community is invented, and Faith is wielded.
Soul realigned, worry declined, Adam and Eve combined.
Indeed, a patient one.
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