Waiting is difficult
But it is essential
Love too soon or too late
May never become love at all
Act too soon on your anger
And you will regret your call
But if you wait the hate will subside
And love will guide your actions

All I'm saying is that patience
Is a harvest sewn and waited for
That reaps a crop greater than the field
One that cannot be stored but produces a yield
Ten, Hundred, Thousand fold the time thrown away
And that time thrown away is never wasted
Because as the watchman waits for the dawn
When morning comes, he breathes a deep sigh
And smiles as the light warms his face and soothes his sore eyes
Patience proved right produces insight
That waiting can be for gain
Above all else what remains
We learn to cope
With man's most powerful curse
Hope

And nothing could be better or worse.