Cheerful Endurance

The waiting has been long, but I
Refuse to sigh.
I’ve made my choice
To still my voice.

For patience comes to happy souls,
Though distant goals
May sometimes seem
To be a dream.

And so enduring ever more
For open door,
I’ll wait til then
To enter in.

Copyright © 2017 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved
Written June 29, 2017

The minute poem is a rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.

The topic for this poem came from the definition of patience as “cheerful endurance.”