The Exam

The exam hall was empty so quiet and neat

The tables and chairs set out for the week

The paper, the pens, the tick of the clock

The exam paper judging who knew what was what

The guilty were those who hadn’t revised

The eyes said it all and so did the sighs

Invigilators watching as time ticked away

Some candidates’ faces draining to grey

As time concluded, they went on their way

Feeling the session had lasted all day

With students gone, the papers were packed,

Boxed for examiners, sealed and sent back

Results in envelopes, disappointment for some

Nothing now could be undone

O.R.