Tuesday 23 March 2010
Waiting
Each day the same
Waiting, waiting.
Life on hold
Waiting, waiting.
Nothing changes
Waiting, waiting.
Sit and stare
Waiting, waiting
Waiting for breakfast
Waiting for tea
Waiting for lunch
Waiting for tea
Waiting for dinner
Waiting for tea
Waiting for bed
Waiting for sleep
On and on
Waiting, waiting
When does it end?
Waiting, waiting
Aahh
This poem was written during a quiet period in between lunch and afternoon tea whilst working in a care home for dementia patients.
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You mean to say there are quiet moments! HI
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