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The blue vinyl floor with interspersed mosaic patterns
Stretches from the reception to
Infinity for the old and frail
It is alive with people
Walking up and down its length
Some healthy, others sick
On wheel chairs and walking sticks
Life limping on crutches
And being carried around on
Stretchers by sinew men in uniforms
The old, the young, pregnant ladies
Worried parents, partners and better halves
Some pace up and down
Others sit silently meditating
In the afternoon sun
As news filters into the corridor
There are few smiles
Familiar nods
And there are hidden tears and inaudible sobs
When its transient inhabitants
Move on,
Leaving the corridor with its array of doors
Closed forever

It lies deserted at night
The motion sensor lights
Wake up from their slumber
To shine on a lonely figure
A duty doctor catching up