23 May 2012
Sitting in the waiting room Magazines all scattered Waiting for the doctor's call People glum and shattered.
Window open, stagnant breeze Can't stop the stifling heat The door opens, someone new Looks for a vacant seat.
I look around at tired faces I cannot be caught staring I try to picture their life stories From the expressions they are wearing.
Life's a waiting room I guess We're in the queue to die Better to live to the full Than moan and groan and sigh.
I'm jolted from my musings As the doctor calls me through Waiting over, and when I'm out I'll start my life anew!
Waiting Room • Opuss № I