William F Glennon
Waiting Room - Poem by William F Glennon
Empty coffee cups and mountains of ashes
from a thousand cigarettes strewn about.
Was there optimism or just doubt?
Nurses running back and forth in haste.
Their sympathetic expressions were only a waste.
The doctor's words fall on deaf ears.
From the beginning, this is what you feared.
There might have been things not said.
Not enough tears that are shed.
The Reality is harsh and unforgiving.
Hearts are weeping and mine is disappearing.
If I saw the need for change, I would not be in pain.
God knows part of me is gone.
I'll always know that each day that passes brings
my heart closer to you.
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