Patterns

There are times when things seem boring,
And times when your finger handles no ring.
There are times when things seem fine,
And you'll find my hand has the ring that's mine.

A pattern emerges with each day, you toil,
And take your many paces upon terrestrial soil.
Though you may loathe it, hair and hide,
You'll find one day you'll hit that stride.

And once you do, things will be simple,
And you'll actually provide a smile for a dimple.
Things aren't always as bad as they seem;
Just give patience, and for your time's worth deem.

You'll find that though it may not feel cool,
You're getting better each day you spend in school.
And in a bit, your education will be complete,
And at that time, you will feel replete.