The Hall of Memory
A door I saw, half open,
I looked inside to see,
A hall filled up with pictures,
Alive as you and me.
I shut the door behind me,
To see strange visions flash,
A whole entire lifetime:
I felt my spirit crash.
The images still-moving,
Could only be but real,
And all of the emotions,
That only I could feel.
The first picture, a baby,
Newborn, in mother's arm,
Her face, a loving comfort,
To keep me safe from harm.
The second shows me walking,
My first steps held so dear,
My parents both were laughing
As childhood came near.
The third showed me a-talking,
And saying ABC's,
My founding education:
The "Thank you," and the "please."
The fourth showed me fast racing,
My friends to clear blue lake,
To go and do some fishing,
And maybe catch a snake!
The fifth showed me in high school,
An awkward teen, at best,
With her, my only interest,
Who stood out from the rest.
The sixth shows me in college,
With parties till the morn,
More studying and laughing,
Since ever I was born.
The seventh shows me kneeling,
To her, I now confide,
The secrets of my passion;
She says she'll be my bride!
The eighth shows me now pacing,
A crying baby dins,
I jump as nurse now enters
Says: "Papa, you got twins!"
The ninth shows us now raising,
The children on our own,
They grew so fast, now leaving,
And promising they'll phone.
The tenth shows us together,
Alone, but all we need,
Our children now have children,
We did our best, indeed.
So now I'm gazing onward,
I did my whole life see,
The sorrow, love, and joy,
In the Hall of Memory.
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