I waited, how I waited,
As the years quick passed me by,
At ‘garden gate’ I waited and
Impatient I would sigh,
For patience is no virtue,
If the heart will anxious brew,
When every ticking second,
Is but a wish for you.
I waited, how I waited,
For the one who’d be my bride,
As young again I waited till,
We two lay side by side.
But patience is no steadfast friend,
When I would restless be,
But it whispers faith and promise,
For the day you’ll be with me.
Now arm-in-arm we saunter,
No longer need I wait,
Yet still each second counts as much,
As once it did at gate,
True, patience is a virtue for
The bride who turns up late,
She travelled longest, furthest,
And her friends were Love and Fate.
Michael (Walsh) 22.08.13
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