A Room Like No Other

(This is from my journal. I had no idea what to write so this is what I ended up with.)

A Room Like No Other

I just look around,
Don’t know what to write.
I think I’ll describe,
Whatever’s in sight.

A broken old chair,
All covered in dust.
And under the seat,
It’s beginning to rust.

And above the chair,
There hangs a flag.
It’s faded and ripped,
And starting to sag.

Hanging from the ceiling,
There is an arm.
And for those who don’t go here,
It may cause some alarm.

Posters and pictures,
Are hung of all kinds.
And over the window,
There hangs some old blinds.

Just how many people,
Have sat in F1?
For theatre, English,
Or just having fun.

This room, I’d imagine,
Has witnessed a lot.
And take it for granted,
I surely will not.

This year I must leave here,
When the school year is done.
But I’ll cherish the memories,
I’ve made in F1.