Waiting Game

I've waited an hour
the doctor is late. 
eyes glazed over.
The will to live is dying. 
I've stopped clock watching. 
Time stands still. 
Whispering voices
Pings of phones
an automated voice 
announcing names, 
its hot in here
No space to move
Coughing and sneezing
Shuffling feet 
Time ticks by
An hour an hour 
what could I have done, 
married a couple, 
had afternoon tea, 
gone for a swim, 
put up that curtain rail,
cooked a stew, 
gone to Pilates, 
watched my favourite show. 
An hour slipped by,
I look at the floor, 
my shoes are dirty,
I look at some more, 
worn out trainers, 
muddy boots, 
High heeled shoes
flip flops, 
And slippers 
the waiting room is full, 
they are standing now. 
How much longer
I could ask if I dare
But if I move 
My seat will be taken. 
I wait a bit longer
I look at my watch
I'm brave,
I ask, 
they direct me away,
down a corridor
to another room, 
to start a new waiting game.
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Dogs Life

many dogs with stick

It’s time for a walk

My dog and me

Boots on

Wagging tail

Shooting out of the door

As fast as a bullet

.

Barks of delight

At the grass and the wind

Playmates arrive

Sticks in mouths

Friend growling

Running in circles

.

All three join in

Running round together

One stick in three mouths

Almost joined at the hip

No one dare bark

For fear of losing the stick

.

Game now over

Happy and slow

Home for breakfast

Exhaustion sets in

Flops on his bed

It’s a dogs life.

shoes on the pavement

All manor of shoes

going in the same direction

quick small steps

fast larger ones

shuffles and slow plods

as I follow them all

Spotty wellies with bows on the back

Shiny brown brogues

black scuffed lace ups

high heels tottering

black trainers with neon stripes

furry green boots

purple doc martins

all going the same way

all on a mission

all keen to get home.