Possessions


These tables around which we would once gather,
To share boisterous chatter and solemn silence...
These windows that liberated the sound of our laughter,
Filled with gaiety you only find in the company of friends.

These walls which were once witness to us living,
Within which toiled and rested, did and dreamt...
These corridors that once echoed our thinking,
As we faltered, fell yet made another attempt.

These roads upon which we once strolled,
Together, step-by-step, hand-in-hand...
These streets which we once explored,
Making our own paths – random and unplanned.

These are symbols of a time gone-by
Reminders of what shaped my being
Though others may now those tables occupy
And through those windows, new eyes are seeing
Within the walls may blossom new lives
And the corridors may carry a different sound
On those same roads, another march arrives
And more unseen streets await to be found...
Though, to my successors these symbols I resign
These memories will forever be mine.