Waiting Room (Written March 23)

Waiting Room

 

As he paces in cramped circles,

Over and over, in the little room

On the fifth floor, as he hears

 

The nurses at their station, talking,

Soothing someone else’s fears,

As he sees the snow,

 

As light as confetti, falling

Softly in the window,

And the hills across

 

The white, frozen lake,

As he waits for his wife

To return, or not to return,

 

He knows that his life

Is changed and fate, stern

Fate, is his to accept, or not.

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