Waiting Room.
                            
                               It seemed as though I could
                               be there quite a while and
                               in anticipation, I began to write.

                               A poem would have been far
                               too short, unless that is, it
                               was something like, Ryme
                               Of The Ancient Mariner  or
                               Barbara Freitche.

                               Just then I heard a voice,
                               Ryan, you are always punctual
                               but you are a day early, your
                               appointment is not until tomorrow ' !