Visiting Wonderful Memories (lyttlejoe) (2)

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Visiting Wonderful Memories


I awakened from my nap, donned my coat and cap,

and left the walker I abhor inside the door

And at slow but wobbly pace, determination on my face,

I took the elevator to the entrance floor


I wandered through the sunny streets,

a cooling breeze at my behind,

recalling words and names of pleasures past,

eagerly searching for the door I'd hope to find


Then there it stood, the oaken door,

with welcome mat worn thin

I entered and embraced remembered sights of strangers,

friends, nationalities, all sharing words within


Each talking or reciting,

all spoken words received and shared

All given space, no one ignored

Appreciation and support, in a place where people cared


I strolled about the familiar room,

greeting waves and friendly looks

Then I found what I had been looking for,

the shelves containing the Pub's past books


I took one down, found a chair in which I could relax,

passed my fingers over the cover of memories I would read

It's title, Closed Doors and Open Hallways,

I knew would spark this old Pub member's need


A/N - There are many excellent books on the Pub shelves,

these were the first three:

Closed Doors and Open Hallways

The Dancers

Bardic Bread Crumbs

The links are in the comments below.

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