Good Intentions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Good Intentions



Expecting to see Dr. L. earlier today than usual, or so he said.
Waiting for his arrival on a Wednesday morning, writing poetry to
pass the time away.
Smiling within, thoughts coagulating, causing me to chuckle out
loud, not seeing, yet, Dr. L. and it's past nine-twenty in the
morning.
Good intentions on his part, don't quite meet up with reality as
I continue waiting for him to come.

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