Worn, Dry & Dull

Gray faded walls

So worn, dry and dull

And the smell of strong coffee

That once used to dance

But now decides to stay limp

And tired as it hangs in the air

A bowl at the reception

So worn, dry and dull

Still has the stale toffee

With old wrappers and names

Given up on the feeling

Of being touched by hands
Workers at their desks

So worn, dry and dull

Routinely glance at tedious clocks

That mock them with the time

As they lean faces into fists

And free exasperated sighs

On occasion there is a yawn

Among the muted clicks of keys

The only thing that is bright

Is the glowing computer screen

Glared at by the same faces

So worn, dry and dull

by Aiman Naeem

Grade 11, Westwood Community High School