Doctor Grandma

Like cattle we stand,
We wait,
We wait,
Standing in line we wait.
Upstairs they are full,
So they put us here,
We are hidden behind a wall,
The line is long, then turns a corner,
goes down another hall,
There are no chairs,
no resting place,
I wonder how long it will be?
Mothers with babies
Desperately bored,
Old raggedy men in dirty clothes,
People just wanting to pay a bill,
People with disabilities,
An old woman with knee brace
cuts in line.
No one says a word.
A new bride wants to change her name,
She jokes with those before her,
They make a pact to stay together,
not leave ’till they all get through,
Eventually, they let us go
to elevators in the hall,
We run past security, yelling,
“We are free!”
(He doesn’t cut a smile.)
Upstairs we check in,
and take a number,
but here, we have a chair,
Three hours’ time
to people watch
and then I disappear.

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