Valorous Things
A poem

People oft sayeth Valorous things cometh For those who wait
At which hour things Receiveth sore And I be think I hath’t Did hath’t enow I taketh a grise back And clear my mind
People oft sayeth Valorous things cometh For those who is’t wait
I worketh hard in silence Nothing worth hath Cometh easy All I knoweth Passion and consistency Bringeth success
People oft sayeth Valorous things cometh For those who is’t wait
I at each moment recall Yond patience is a virtue






