Hallways of Life Showing Life: A Cinquain

Out from the cold

Into the halls

Silent they are, laughter withhold

Just the same old, same old

But soon again they will be goofballs


Shoes squeaking on wet floors

Mumbled words pass from lips

They’re dressed all different, yet alike

From jeans to mini skirts to businesslike

All walking to go and enjoy other’s friendships


Hands grabbing doors

Push and shove

Why do we do this anymore?

Of this world of ours, can’t it be like love?

Look around, below and above


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