Good things coming to those who wait
Is a saying some find of import
Repeated at every turn of the way
And I, without thought, didn't weigh
but with abandon I set out for the horizon
The blues -come -down beckon
And my hopeful soles trudge on.

Life happens around me
Such as I am unaware of
As days drag on slow
At some points I want to be,
in arms to say enough.

A day draws up to my doorstep
In an instant, O abrupt like a slap
Colorful without pretense
Gifts wafting in the air, incense
To my worn torn mind,
A kind reminder,
Good is always in the offing,
For He said so.
He planned that all things work for good.
Thank you Lord, God.