There was no room to seat

It was standing room only

I did not think I could stand much more

Because it was a small waiting area

It was just pass noon

And all the workers were taking a lunch break

Where we were standing was tiny but cool inside

In this crowded waiting room

I did not want to be here waiting

I hate needle and getting blood drawn

But it was something I had to do

While waiting in a standing room only

My patience was short and my nerve shorter

I don’t like the pain that await me

This tight little area makes it worst

While standing in a small waiting area

My mind wonders while standing in this corner

Facing someone I did not know or trust

I hear my name called it brought me joy

I would be leaving this standing room only