Restless man pace the corridor
Mind full of undying thoughts
Thoughts on those in the crypt
Thoughts of those trapped in the past
Thoughts of mistakes made long since
Thoughts on every thing but sleep
They roam up the corridor
Then back down
But never to their bed chambers
Pondering over lost matters
They pace
And pace
And pace
Rugs worn thin by years of wear
By years of pondering
By years of pacing
By years
They trample on
In the corridor
Jimmy Hoffa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-corridor/
