The moment to stop complaining,
About anything repeatedly condoned...
Is when one has boarded,
A train, a boat, an express bus...
Or a plane taxing on a runway,
With all exits closed.
~Thank you, God! ~
And after arriving safely at one's destination,
With every piece of luggage packed and intact...
Knowing that a choice to look back,
To ensure a waiter gets the appropriate tip...
Acknowledging a gratuity paid,
Satisfies with a gratefulness.
And...
With a sigh of relief that isn't forced when released.
'You must have come a long way? '
~You have no idea what it took for me to get here.~
'Well...
I do hope you enjoy your visit.'
~I hope so too.
Since I intend to stay.~
'Thanks for the tip!
That's a hefty gratuity you paid.'
~You have no idea how appreciative I am.~
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gratuity-paid/
