On waiting in line.

I know I shouldn't

But I mind,
Whenever I have to stand in line.

Is as if
My life's passing me by,
While I idly stand.

I try at best,
Not to look,
At the other moving lane.

For I know,
It's just a trap,
And it'll stop if I join it last.

I know they try,
The best they can,
Not to have us wait that while.

But here we are,
In fellowship stuck,
But in a very neat and tidy line.