A Teenager Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quietly reserved, a young teenager sits patiently in
a waiting room for his mother.

Scanning his environment, trying to not be so bored,
because in reality he has nothing to do to occupy his
mind.

Softly spoken, a young gentleman, filled with a
generous respect for those older than himself.

Having already read a book of my poetry and liking it,
I felt compelled just now to write a poem for him and
hope he enjoys it too.