Corridors

A smile smiled, a laugh laughed,

These golden corridors I will indeed miss,

Sitting on the edge, leaning on the railing,

Stories unfolded; now, they remain etched in time.

Feeling the rain kiss my face softly, blissful!

Feeling the wind blowing through my hair, feels great!

Priceless chats with a professor watching us,

Memories unlocked; now they remain etched in time.

Standing in the corridor, watching the programmes happen,

Feels like a front-row seat for experiencing magic!

Banner reveals, Logo reveals, dancing the night away,

Across this very corridor, the sounds of music still echo.

As a senior walking across these corridors for the last time..maybe,

It all feels worth it; it all feels peaceful…at last,

These golden-lit corridors, they call out to me,

Sitting with my back against the wall, these corridors I will miss,

Forevermore.

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