by EstherLou

Created on: September 18, 2008

Magazine in hand
I wait in the chair.
Looking around
Extremely aware.

The walls and the ceiling
Uninteresting and bare.
Instruments and tools
Hi-tech and rare

Bottles and potions
And lenses all there.
Unfamiliar but normal
The Optometrists lair.

I sit and I wait
And ruffle my hair.
I've been here so long
I feel I've turned grayer.

The door finally opens
And I jerk aware.
The exam passes quickly
In answer to prayer.

I order my glasses
And even a spare.
The bill goes to hubby
For he is the payer.

I rush to the door
Thinking "I'm outta here"!
But they get the last word
"We'll see you next year".

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