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.
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