pacing in the waiting room.
barely shaving
at this age,
tall and lean,
just leaving
the starting gate
of life, but now
waiting for his wife
of a year or two
to give birth
to their first child.
he's nervous, anxious.
he rubs his
face and wrings his
hands,
bites his nails.
he's wondering
as the clock ticks
down,
what have i gotten myself
into?
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