HALL OF MIRRORS: Beyond the hall of mirrors and through the doors of time we march until our time is up and then we cross the line Our days they say are numbered yet the ancient ones have told there lives another chapter, awaiting to unfold This journey through a classroom and who has brought us here in heart we feel the laghter and then we shed a tear On toward our destination sometimes known as fate we search each day for reason and hope were not too late For in our final hour when the curfew bell has rung theres naught that we take with us much like we have come The journey we have taken on the ladder rung by rung we find has neer an ending but has always,just begun.rjk-1/30/2014.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 17:37:29 +0000
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