I'm here at the front of the back of the line,
I was last but I think I'll go next.
I've been here so long it seems like forever,
I think it's time I sat down to rest.
When my number is called, and they ask me my
name, I'm not sure what I will say.
I guess I will tell them that I'm just the guy
who has been waiting here all damn day
You managed to write a pretty good poem about waiting, that is really something!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, those lines waiting get longer each day or each time we go somewhere, post office is the worst