I Can't Get There
On a Friday morning at ten, you say?
But our bus doesn’t go out on that day.
I can do Tuesdays but never at one.
Only in the morning does our bus run.
How about a Thursday AM at ten?
What? The doctor isn’t available then?
Well, give me a time when I can get there.
Two months from now? I really don’t care.
I’ll fill out the transportation request.
This far ahead I’ll hope for the best.
At last this appointment is settled and done.
Whoops, not so fast. Appears there’s more fun.
Our office calls back and tells me, oh, no!
That date there’s a trip where the bus has to go.
I cannot believe it. I must change again.
The appointment’s becoming a terrible pain.
I think I’ll give up on this effort today.
I feel that a headache’s coming my way.
Tomorrow I guess I’ll start over once more
and hope that better results I will score!
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2024
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