In the Waiting Room

I was sitting in the waiting room
Lost in thoughts of gloom and doom
Wishing spring was more a-bloom
When my thoughts were interrupted

I had been focusing on my hip
Good God — this pain! Worse than the grippe!
Wishing a magic healing ship
Would sail right over to me!

Instead it was a lady old
Struggling with her earring gold
Who pedalled over and took hold
Of me — my thoughts disrupted

“Could you, would you, help me, dear?
I can’t quite get this in my ear —
I can’t tell if I’m far or near —
It’s hard! I just can’t see!”

Well, I could see her red earlobe
That she had tried to poke and probe
The ear and earring matched wardrobe —
She soon was reconstructed

“Thank you, dear! Thank you so much.”
She patted me — a gentle touch —
Pedalled her wheelchair off with such
Ease. I think you would agree

That helping someone who’s in need –
Performing just a small good deed –
Can lift one’s spirits and can lead
To gratitude unobstructed.

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Yep, this really happened to me this week.