Quietly Waiting (Sonnet) Poem by Spock the Vegan

A man sat quietly watching his wife eat.
He looked very hungry as she ate her meat.
Thoughts of yesteryear in his mind coalesced,
In his shirt with holes and his pants not pressed.
Many wrinkles of age were in his face,
Bringing thoughts of trials time could not erase.

The wife was disheveled and her hair was messed.
The two looked like they had not been well blessed.
A waitress stood and watched while empathy bore,
She could not be apathetic any more.
With an aching heart she timidly approached.
'If you're hungry I can get an egg that's poached.'

'That's not necessary', said the man called Heath,
'I'm waiting for her to give me the false teeth.'