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[bodytext] => Half-Full March 18, 2005 Life, then, is largely a thing Of patience, not waiting. And that, a simple honesty, is why I happen to learn through time, Value the amount of pain, for When joy arrives it will be sweeter. Once, on half-empty, in agony I waited. Questioned, cried, begged For a break in the tension. Then, All at once, when I had long since Turned away from hope that, Brought only disappointment, there was, A better day. Life, then, is largely a thing Of perseverance, not helplessness. And that, a lifetime of learnhing, Sometimes becomes the revelation, or Perhaps not interpreted, and lost. When life is forfeited for lack of faith, Patience of preseverance- Life is lost. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 46 [informant] => calista [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => didactic )
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