The hour drags; their gazes drift through space,
While earnest words are scattered in the air;
You speak of working worlds at hurried pace,
And urge the mind to see the value there.
The binders click, the restless bags are packed,
Two final thoughts provoke a weary sigh;
You yield the floor, release the crowded tract,
And watch the frantic bodies scatter by.
Now silence reigns beneath the fluorescent glare,
The sudden stillness settles, deep and gray;
No lingering voices haunt the quiet air,
While weary thoughts assess the vanished day.
You turn the key, leave campus ground behind,
To let the winding country calm the mind.
