Entering The Hall Poem by RIC BASTASA

a lousy day
something is dreary
life is damp and disturbingly wet,
as i enter the hall
where two old men are talking
deaf perhaps
they are shouting about
how life can be so dragging
when i go near them
they look at me with disdain
envious perhaps
about how i have not aged much
because i am smiling

inside it is damp and wet and dreary
but outside i show something warm
the sun and the gentle wind

i am hurt but i never utter the word
of your common complaint.