I went to the store
To buy patience
But there was none left.
My short fuse was lit,
Like a volcano eruption,
I yelled and cried and stumped my feet:
'I'd like to speak with the manager!
Where is the manager!?'
A lady came by, with a serene smile and an effortless flair.
She had all the patience in the world.
She calmly said:
'My dear, patience isn't to be bought but rather - it must be earned.'
I wanted to shove her face into a toaster oven.
And prickle her feet with torches.
And tickle her belly with slime.
But I am a member of society -
so I sighed,
Rolled my eyes,
And left the store.
I must have some patience after all.
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In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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