I used to force many things
To fit where they did not belong
Broke many precious items in the process
Pride, dignity, self-respect
To fill an empty stomach
To fill an empty hole
The things hunger can push one to do
The things loneliness can force one to accommodate
Now, I give up trying
I allow many things to take their natural course
Maturity cannot be rushed
Deep bonds are not built overnight
Everything has its season
When the season of loneliness dies
To give way to good company
Great companionships and true friendships
There will be white fields of love to harvest and sift
And choose from varieties
Until then, the long period of waiting must be endured
Good things take time