the old old School Hall
was bigger than i remembered.
it stretched beyond, behind, and high up.
dusty cold walls holding
dustier memories.
the old old School Hall
was bigger than i remembered.
larger than life, it seemed
days of granduer behind her
when dreams and voices
cluttered her veins.
now, the cracks and crevices can hear
no more laughter.
but somehow i know that she
must still remember
youth, a fluffy pink cloud
that once was, alas
clouds are transient.
and i bid the old old School Hall
one last farewell-
too small a tribute to
too large a hall.
she seems to echo, ever so softly.
or maybe it's just me.
stepping out slowly
i leave a sigh behind.
For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
William Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
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