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The Room (poem)

Updated on April 16, 2016

He sat alone reflecting on this room

This space which held such wonders of his life

This place where sounds of laughter were once rife

This trace is now his dark and dusty tomb

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Was there his friend would meet his future bride

Was there that couples danced throughout the night

And there were William hid to stir up fright

Now there where shadows left him to subside

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It seems that all have passed and gone their way

Their space replaced by echoes of some past

Their place in wonder was it meant to last

Their trace is now a part of his dismay

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He sat alone when eyes began to close

And as they did the sound of party rose

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 12 months ago from The Caribbean

      Memories which surface when sitting in a special room must be precious! Your poem describes a longing easy to understand.

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      Shannon 12 months ago from Texas

      Wow. ..I'm not quite sure what to feel when I read this. Sadness, hope, nostalgia, longing. . .all of the above.

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