I can barely see through the slits in the glass,
Beyond it are tubes and machinary all on mass,
The odd body here, the occasional person their,
Serving customers that are not even aware.

I feel all the heartache and sense very little joy,
Not sure inside how to feel, is all this just to annoy,
Admiration, please switch them on and make them sing,
For these customers its not working, they have no bell to ring.

Their are two halves to this particular game of life,
Both bringing on their own version of manic strife,
Love, devotion, caring and time, given each day,
But I assure you, no customer here ever wishes to stay.

Navy and light blue, white, green and red are all after no thanks,
Spending the hours in silence, a team without any ranks,
Everyone hoping for a gift to give and must achieve,
Which is the joy they recieve when a silent customer leaves.