I was waiting at work.
The computer churned on my data.
The droning fan was teasing me.
The black screen fed my frustration.
I needed the results at once.
I began to grow impatient.
My pulse raced and my mind seethed.
Now that the process is complete,
I see that the project was doomed.
I was waiting for all the wrong reasons.
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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