A waitlist is a stressful thing.
That much, I think is clear.
You'd give up mostly everything
To start in your career.
Your patience wanes, you rack your brains,
To try to figure out,
How all your gains and premed pains
Have left you so without.
Don't fret, my friends, it's only May.
There's still much time to pass!
Your day cannot be far away,
And soon you'll be in class.
I always hated this whole dance,
I really must insist.
I never thought I had a chance
At getting off that list.
But sure enough, my moment came,
And yours, I'm sure, will too.
And when it does, I must proclaim,
It is because of you.