THE LATE WAITING ROOM

I am a patient patient,

In waiting rooms I wait,

With ever increasing anxiety,

In case the waiting room is late.

It might be due for an appointment,

But forgot to set the alarm,

Or missed the bus or the taxi,

Or couldn’t start the car.

It might have go the address wrong.

It might have mistaken the date.

Then I would be aghast

If the waiting room flew past

And I couldn’t wait any more.

I might feel deep frustration,

Alienation or anomie

If the waiting room

That I was waiting for

Hadn’t waited for me.