Spending money on magazines for countless doctor's
offices.
Being displayed nicely on tables and shelves for
patients to look through or read.
An idle pasttime to keep us all occupied while we
wait endlessly for our turns to be called back to
exam rooms.
When there, magazines again are laid out for our
boring entertainment while waiting for the doctor
to come in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem