Awaiting Sentences Poem by Andy Brookes

They were patient I'll give them that as they formed a not so orderly queue stretching around the building as if waiting to be sentenced in a court they all wanted to made sense of.

occasionally one would jostleanother out of the way
feeling, as they were old, to get preferential treatment.
the newer ones were pushy but that's only to be expected

the young have no patience, so what's new there?
on the whole, I thought, they are being good today,
as I formed them into sentences, sometimes its good to write.

words can be so obstinate