the patience of a saint

so much would try the patience of a saint
and in the end no one on earth would care
since there would always be a sign of taint

the cure for age is one more lick of paint
it's never hard to make the seeming fair
so much would try the patience of a saint

you might with sentiment the truth acquaint
and with a single heave the matter dare
since there would always be a sign of taint

such tasks are not for the queasy or faint
nor the inhabitants of thinner air
so much would try the patience of a saint

the hero will not hear the least complaint
nor hearken to the ones who say beware
since there would always be a sign of taint

we will move eagerly lacking restraint
knowing that there is little time to spare
so much would try the patience of a saint
since there would always be a sign of taint