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.