The Waiting Room- a Duo Rhyme
Sit waiting in this house of pain
Against the window beats the rain
Afraid to stay, afraid to go
The minutes passing oh so slow
I hear them rushing to and fro
A seed of hope begins to grow
I cannot stand another blow
Unwise to let emotion show
At last they tell me what they know
And then the tears begin to flow
No longer hope we entertain
For death has sung his last refrain
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
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