Tuesday, October 7, 2014

A Little Poem

Standing in line with little patience,
Trying not to grumble about people's nonsense,
And finally getting it, the
Reward you paid dearly for.  So you sit. 
Becoming used to your surroundings doesn't seem like it will take long. 
Until you realize the noise resounding like a gong. 
Carefully ignoring it doesn't seem to work. 
Knowing it is there makes you irk, but
Somehow inthe end you're relaxed and happy.