The Patient-Patient

                                  

While visiting my doctor’s office, I wondered,

How long will I possibly have to wait?

Watching people enter and exit through doors,

My doctor, I slowly began to hate.

For hours I’ve been awaiting his call,

And now the crowd around me has thinned,

I’m growing nervous and upset and anxious,

Because now I feel worse than when I first came in.

Usually I arrive early, so my visit won’t be prolonged,

Between chitting and chatting the time passes fast,

But that doctor hasn’t called me yet.

My stomach is beginning to growl, I hope it doesn’t last.

Quickly I respond when my name is called,

You should’ve seen the smile on my face,

I told my doctor how patient I’d been,

But I just couldn’t wait to get out of that place.