The doctor’s surgery was a full as a chocolate box
Not for just a moment was there a lull in proceedings
What with babies crying, people openly sighing.
Coughing and spluttering, germs being spread
Under the breath mutterings
A motley mix of out of date magazines to browse
For as long as patience allows.
Kids zone, a noisy space
No escaping the racket taking place.
Sitting waiting patiently for that noble call
The patient next to you begins to recall –
Previous ailments of which you have little interest in
But you lend an ear.
At last your name is announced
Which is the better place silently you think
Listening to ‘thunder’ or
Have your confidence torn asunder?
In you go, take a seat
Go through the usual routine
Roll up your sleeve, blood pressure fine
Heart, still ticking
Blood sample taken
General chit chat
You leave not much the wiser
The wallet, 60euro lighter.
(c) Chris Black 2017.
Today from the Man Shed 