T.O.D. 20:18

        They had called everyone’s name

 

The nurses had checked the sign-in sheet

and yet he waited

 

        The staff was itching to call it a day

some of the Doctor’s had already gone

yet he waited

 

        “Someone needs to go out there,

ask his name – who is he here to see?"

 

Lights in the rest of the building were being

turned out

 

        The annoying background music had run its course

and the silence was now eerie

 

        Aggravation taking hold -

Mary entered the waiting room

 

“Excuse me Sir, did you have an appointment?”

 

No answer came – no acknowledgement

for his waiting had also run its course

 

 

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We believe what the author is talking about here is the cold isolation that awaits us all.  Each of us unable to catch the second hand, failing to decipher the scribbled note we find in the bottom of our coat pocket, yet knowing it is somehow important.

 

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Well I don't think that's what he's saying at all.

             I believe its an indictment of our society's excessive
              use of Post-it notes.  Each of us abandoning our own
          cognitive ability and relying too much on external media.
         The less self reliant each of us becomes the more likely
       we are to fall through the cracks like this poor chump did.

 

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"I just found it depressing.  Also, I like it better

when there's pictures.
I'd like to see a picture of the note found in the pocket.

I should also add that after years of using Post-its
I discovered there really isn't any need to lick them first."