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Hall
Of
Memory
There
is
a
place
inside
my
heart
I
call
the
Hall
of
Memory.
I've
stored
therein
my
days
of
youth;
My
mind
safeguards
the
only
key.
Much
laughter
echoes
down
its
halls,
Of
days
when
life
had
fewer
tears;
Its
corridors
with
gladness
ring
And
speak
of
happy
childhood
years.
So
many
joys
I'm
holding
there,
Which
time,
that
thief,
cannot
erase.
On
rainy
days
I
take
a
look,
And
always
find
a
sunny
place.
~Copyright
©
1995
Ruth
Gillis~
Previously
published
in
the
1995
November/December
issue
of
Poets
at
Work
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