Patience, kid, Patience.

A short little poem

Telephone calls

So i’m standing in this telephone booth

talking to God

And I’m shouting into the speaker,

crying,

and I know He can hear me,

but why doesn’t He say anything?

Cry some more,

shout some more,

and hang up,

just as He s about to reply Patience, kid, patience.

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