Life's Waiting Game Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching as life is playing a waiting game here at the lab,
everyone waiting their turn to get blood drawn.

People from every walk of life, sitting here, doing their
own thing, reading, on their cell, talking, etc.

This mere poet listening to music and writing poetry in-
cessantly with great pleasure held within.

An ordinary pastime, one that enables mind and intellect
to explain or express feelings and thoughts silently in
writing.