The Waiting Room
I grabbed the nearest chairThat was was sitting there
Against the corner of the wall
You could hear the footsteps lingering in the hall
I sat there as patient as I could
I though to myself what should
I do to pass the time
So I read my son's book for the hundredth time
After I read a paragraph I heard my name
The echoes of it through the hall it rang
And as I rose to my feet
My attention was focused on my heartbeat
I walked through the door
With my head looking down towards the floor
Pay close attention to this question I'm about to ask you
When you're waiting on the final seconds of your life what would you do?
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