A Gratuity Paid

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.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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