Good Things Come
Good things come to those who wait
A patient heart is perfect bait
How could joy and love resist
A barren field which others missed
For all a time to sow and reap
Whilst goodness may pretend to sleep
Yet one eye’s open all year round
Awaits both dead and fertile ground
So never despair within life’s maze
For mankind has a billion ways
And all can change within a blink
Then soon appears a missing link
Look closely as the day unfolds
Surprises we all know life holds
And use this as a rule of thumb
When given chances, good things come
(c) Simon J. Halliday 2013
For more info. on Simon J. Halliday: http://www.mysteriousbooks.co.uk
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