Patience

Though patience is a virtue,
It is something I am lacking.
When forced to wait for anything,
My peace of mind’s sent packing.

I hate to stand in line in stores
‘Til my turn comes for paying;
And in the car, the merging lanes
Make all my nerves start fraying.

It drives me nuts to make a call
And then be put on hold.
I can get very testy,
Which is what I’m often told.

I registered for courses;
All acceptances are mailed.
The empty mailbox mocks me –
Maybe plans will be derailed.

I’m trying to be patient
But I know I’m not succeeding.
My type A personality
Knows just what it is needing:

Some instant satisfaction,
Answers given while I wait.
It’s the drawn-out holding pattern
That I really, really hate!