NaPoWriMo #15: a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something (In the middle of my wait)

NaPoWriMo #15: a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something

Image from: Listening Earth

Five minutes, ten minutes,
Fifteen minutes, thirty minutes,
And turned to hours and hours,
Of waiting for someone,

Never it was fun for some,
None would pleased to wait,
And wasting every little second of their time,
They give up on waiting and start to curse,

I am the one would enjoy the moment,
The moment of spending time wisely,
I learned to never wait for someone with empty hand,
Learn to be prepared and expect the worst,

Wait with books if you enjoy reading,
Spend time watching movies with mobile devices,
But the one I practiced a lot,
Is observing others, silently like a tree,

A tree is silent and ignored,
But loyally there growing together,
Through years and years,
Until someone decided to cut it down,

I will be the tree,
Whenever I have to wait,
I might learn one or two,
In the middle of my wait.