Just a Few Seconds More
There must, at least, ten sisters be.
Five minutes to - and we are short three.
In the furtherest corner on the basement floor,
To get to my packet takes a few seconds more.
Braving the stairs, for me a disaster,
I’ll take the ‘lift,’ surely it will be faster.
Here comes a wheelchair - hold open the door
Well - it will take just a few seconds more.
A stop on two, to let the chair out;
I really must hurry, I know without doubt.
Quickly, I try to close the ‘lift’ door,
Someone is saying, “Wait a few seconds more!”
Finally! Grabbing my packet, I pick up a name.
To be first in line was surely my aim.
Here I lucked out - as attendance was poor.
I’m going to make it! My thoughts seemed to soar.
Back in the ‘lift’ I push number three
Patrons planning on lunch, file in behind me.
Street clothes are frowned at on the top floor -
Alas, back to the basement, a few seconds more.
Again I try the Session to gain
Stopped on two again! Oh no - what a pain!
They needed directions to reach the back door,
Explaining lower-level parking took seconds times four!
At last! I’ve made it to floor number three.
Oh, I do hope they have waited for me.
Rounded the corner as they closed the door.
Sigh. I could have made it with a few seconds more.
May Winkel ©1998