The Waiting Room

What's worse? Being the first to lose your seat or watching everyone leave?

When the musical chair tunes begin,
I forget about how long I spent waiting before that.
Up, and running, rushing, and chasing.
Where did everyone go before me?
What are we running to? Or from?
And when did the music stop again?
I take a seat, chest heaving.
Thankful, there's still a spot left for me.

And when I forget to water the flowers again,
I thi…