Never Ready Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Never Ready



Problems always arising when going to the pharmacy to
pick up prescriptions, the pharmacist telling me they
will be ready, told her I'd be there after lunch.

Giving a few hours more to make sure they were ready,
going to pick them up, finding they haven't even been
filled as yet!

Having to wait while the pharmacist fills them now,
instead of them being ready for me to pick up and go
home.

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