the walls are blank and have no recall
those who have gone are gone for good
the time has flown the recollections pall
i face the repetition spring and fall
do everything i can all that i should
the walls are blank and have no recall
the sun has not yet risen the space is small
the tables are of plastic-covered wood
the time has flown the recollections pall
i listen for the footsteps in the hall
i drink my coffee grateful that i could
the walls are blank and have no recall
it is not warm the minutes seem to crawl
i long to put my head under a hood
the time has flown the recollections pall
through my dim memories the nets i trawl
find nothing that the past time has withstood
the walls are blank and have no recall
i've done my time i have not lost the ball
i've done at least some of the things i would
the walls are blank and have no recall
the time has flown the recollections pall
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