A Black Belt In Patience

Everyone wants the rocket ship,

As a means of reaching the top,

Never ever wanting to stop,

But life comes at a rapid clip.

Without fail, you’re punched in the lip;

It’s always best to take things slow,

Learn the craft and harness it so

The thought of quitting stays away,

Return to try another day.

Mastery needs the time to grow.

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/07/29/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-16-grow-this-week-its-the-c-rhyme-line/.