The Waiting Room by The waiting room lay empty,Gloom-prowled, leather-studded seats,A ceiling fan spun lonely circles above,Keeping no one in particular cool at all.Portrait of a rose in a shadowy alcove,A pair of empty street scenes framed,Mirroring the deserted room where they hung,Creating the vacuum of an infinity void.A wreath of hope on the door,The first patient of the day lumbers in,Where there's one, there'll be others,Smiles from all at the start of the day.© , 2021. All rights reserved.