Patience
by Richard Reed
7/12/1996
Another birthday is here, my body is tired but my mind is clear,
Things to do, money to make, I still live alone my fortune to take,
I still live as an outcast, no appeal at all, people still laughing, waiting for me to fall,
The first half of my life tormented in strife, my family is distant, some not now in my life,
The next year is critical to swim or to drown, I look to my angel for the courage to be found.