Good morning and welcome to this week’s Poetry Corner with Vic Tomlinson!
Waiting to be Seen by Vic Tomlinson
He waited in the reception area
as if time stood still.
He stared at the walls and the other patients,
wondering who they were
and what their lives were like.
He read one magazine,
and then another,
as time ticked by.
He asked how much longer
he would be waiting,
but the receptionist was not sure.
Then he was called back
into the doctors’ area
to wait even longer.
Minutes soon became
an hour or more.
How much of our lives
is spent waiting?
Time, time is ever
Fantastic poem, Vic! Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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