In the Waiting Room

An hour in the waiting room – You look around and see All kinds of folks in varied states Of some uncertainty. The old and feeble being wheeled By aides providing care And little babies, so you wonder Why they’re even there. The TV blasts and kiosks wait For people to check in, Anxiety on all the faces Like a second skin. And one by one, the names are called, Abandoning their seats, To shuffle off while new ones come; The cycle then repeats. It’s rare to see a smile Or an expression of relief, For stress and fear combine to form The waiting room motif.