PATIENCE
Though patience moves mountains
Man refuses to drink from its fountains
No! i would not be waiting
I can't wait for a new colour i will finish this painting
To boring patience i cannot bow
The snail is moving too slow
The crawling tortoise needs a push
It must really be in a rush
But are u sure it wouldn't crush?
The world is moving fast
So why stand with my eyes downcast?
Patience can cook a stone.
Man refuses to drink from its fountains
No! i would not be waiting
I can't wait for a new colour i will finish this painting
To boring patience i cannot bow
The snail is moving too slow
The crawling tortoise needs a push
It must really be in a rush
But are u sure it wouldn't crush?
The world is moving fast
So why stand with my eyes downcast?
Patience can cook a stone.
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