Waiting Room

one car, two car, three
they all pass blindly by me
as I sit waiting

One man is crying
claiming his child is dead
so I turn my head

One woman is blithe
for her brother and his wife
will make her an aunt

But why am I here
I am sure you want to know
what is my story

I once lived a life
A life full of joy and love
until I grew ill

Now all I have left
are memories of my past
when I once lived too

Waiting in this room

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