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.