The Waiting Room
I wonder why...
I must sit still and wait
for the Doctor to come in
when I got here so late.
If I'd been on time,
would I have see him at once,
Or would he have just gone out to lunch?
Early or late- on time or slow,
It really doesn't matter what time I go
to the doctor's office I wait...
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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