Hero

In the waiting room many of us grew stress bored
Almost crazy with mundanity, with futility
But we held
On, controlled our feelings

I almost cracked; enough was enough
Was about to run amok; and then
An elderly woman in a flowered hat said

“It may turn out nice tomorrow . . . ”
We looked. At her. She'd saved the day.
She'd brought me back.

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It is wonderful that heroes still walk among us.