Echos of times gone by
In the winding halls, 
That I wander
With much to ponder

A gateway here, a gateway there
Truths lay bare

Open the door
One two three four

Behind one, you will find
Laughter and smiles of kind

Behind two, there is guilt and shame, 
But none of fame

Over here, open three
You will see tears of 
Anger and  plea

Finally, at four, so much more
Love that I did adore

In the winding halls, I wander while I ponder
Are these memories of mind for any to find
Or are they mine alone, never to be known
~thelifeenhancinglife©️