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Thursday, 1 January 2026

Waiting Room

You arrived too early, again too early

An imposition on the smooth running

Of the organisation


Tempted by the callers message

Truly, you set off 

Way too soon


How now to kill

The spot of time

With nowhere to go


No problems to solve

No mind games

To entertain the soul


Each minute thus lasts for hours

A day becomes a lifetime

Your cold feet grow colder


Fingers numb; but still to wait

I hesitate to say that I warned you

But you have done this before