Looking out the window
From the waiting room
Skies of blue and white
The sun will be setting soon
People sitting and talking
As it helps to pass the time
Hoping that one day
Their health will be fine
To some their future may be in doubt
Will they have a tomorrow
Or will bad news
Fill their mind with sorrow
Their fate put in the hands of doctors
Who are only human after all
With most people believing
They'll help prevent our fall
Looking out the window
From the waiting room
Knowing in my heart
That we all face doom
11-2-18/RjH
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