He steals a glance to his side,
Though it’s not beeped, buzzed or vibrated.
And though he can’t help himself,
His sense of self-worth has deflated.
He knows he should keep his cool,
That there nothing more for him to do.
There’s been scant time to reply,
But his thoughts are tumbling and few.
And as he checks it once more,
The big knot in his stomach draws in.
He’s helpless and cannot move,
Is that it or did his gamble win?
He must know the answer soon,
For his patience is now shred to bits.
And so he fiddles and pokes,
For he’s lost both his calmness and wits.
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