Unrealistic Expectations

The waiting room is truly packed,
Patients' charts fill the racks.

Nurses try to stem the tide,
As doctors work...side by side.

The clinics move forward sluggishly,
my chest tightens in anxiety.

Who'll complain first: Doctors? Patients?
To ride this out just makes no sense.

Each visit is rarely life or death,
yet impending anger steals my breath.

Perfection is strived for, no errors allowed,
Is there a machine to care for this crowd?