John Hill, The Waiting Room</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=19.htm>John Hill</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>The Waiting Room</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>As you drive to the doctors office you gotta say,<br>Well I wonder how long I'll have to wait today.<br>On your walk to the door you wonder,<br>Who'll be there today.. how many in number.<br>You open the door and in you walk,<br>People wanting to know who is entering, stop their talk.<br>You stroll to the desk to sign in,<br>Makes you hope the nurse call your name them.<br>Things like this never happen in the waiting room<br>You sit and look at all the gloom.<br>The nurse comes in while you stand at bay.<br>She calls a name, and then asked How are you today?<br>You sit and wonder what people are thinking.<br>Some seem to know that their health is sinking.<br>I wait and wait for my time,<br>I want to shout, Here I am, are you blind?<br>I've noticed during my long wait,<br>That the drug sales person is never left at the gate.<br>If I wasn't so well known by the personnel,<br>I would give it a try come high water or hell.<br>I would read, but the selection is out-of-date.<br>So I just keep wondering how long I gotta wait.<br>A lady friend came in and asked, You been waiting long dear?<br>I looked up and said very loud, I was born here!<br>I must have said the right thing that time,<br>Because, you know, I was next in line.<br>I' shown to my little examining room...<br>Nurse says, have a seat and I'll be back soon.<br>Well you wait and wait until your ready to go<br>Then that's when she will show.<br>She will ask you, Well, How have you been?<br>Then I'll tell her everything's just great, with a grin.<br>I wanted to tell her to set sail.<br>I wasn't going to tell her my knee hurts like hell,<br>And in addition to this, I can't breath, feel, hear or see.<br>And this is just a part of what's wrong with me.<br>She tells me the doctor is running a little late.<br>You need to set the day aside.. for this medical date<br>Doc finally comes in,<br>and with a grin.<br>He asked, Tell me how have you been?<br>Darn it, I said, Living my life with little sin.<br>I ask him this, and I ask him that.<br>I wanted to know where I was at.<br>He said, You seem to be doing about the same as six months ago.<br>Make an appointment six months from now, so..<br>We can have another visit then<br>I mutter to myself, well here we go again.<br>Guess a waiting room ain't so bad six months now and then.<br>But, I'm beginning to wonder when are these six months gonna end.<br>At my age (76 plus), I ain't gonna guess.<br>Each day I'll just say, Many Thanks, cause I've been blessed.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>