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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