Eternally waiting for rides to and from work and
other places.
Always left sitting on the wayside somewhere,
hoping and praying someone will show up soon.
Wondering, worrying, anticipating rides causes
undue stress and strain for no reason.
Counting down minutes held in crooked rows,
forcing self to stay calm while going through
hell.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-times/