The Waiting Room Poem by Libbie Jones

Nothing like the waiting room
Sitting with strangers
Wondering how you are
Waiting ever so patiently jus to hear the results of your health
Nothing on TV to pass the time by quicker
And even if there is I'm focused on the clock
Hearing it tick every second of every minute on every hour
Then you look over at the table
And you see nothing but magazines and pamphlets on health
So I skim through those
and yeah I may have read something interesting
But then I hear the the clock
Tick, Tick, Tick.
Its about as annoying as a mosquito buzzing in your ear
Looking for the perfect spot to feast
Finally the doctor comes in and tells you the results of my loved one.
What a relief.