My First Day

"And this is one of the better ones?" I hear him say, 
As he is shuff shuff shuffled through
Corridors and bathrooms, chivvied over rugs and chairs 
A mirror, some photos of The Local History. 
A group of elderly women sit around a table, infantile in their stick and glue, glue and stick. 
"And this is one of the better ones?" Out into the outside; a bench, a pot, a pond. 
The cafe always set, the phone always ringing. Blue lights, bland eyes, beige, beige, beige. 
"Yes Ted, this is one of the better ones."