Reflections in the doctors rooms
By Grannyrosie
Reflections in the Doctors Rooms. Anxiety, the prevalent emotion, Frustrated faces in a row. On stuffy chairs, Don’t get too comfortable. Doctors rooms are for the sick, You know? Aged one wheezing in a corner, Finger tips and lips so blue. Intercostals working overtime, Breathing coming out of rhyme, With tapping impatient feet. Fraught mother, whining two year old, Teenager, studs proudly displayed to view. Obesity spilling to the floor, Receptionist with permanent fixture, Communications endless call. Plastic plants, prints out of time, London bridge, aspidistras, magazines from eons past. Wincing pain, eyes that evade, Angry faces, waiting, waiting, Within the passage of cruel time. Barefoot granny, sitting there, Nonchalant, without a care. Pen in hand, busily jotting, Aware, bemused, By variations, beauty, Of humanity. Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 03:31 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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