THE OLD REC HALL

I passed by the old Army Recreation Hall today
With its windows boarded up
And thoughts of times past
When it captured the very spirit
Of men and women who must have walked
Through the doors
I could visualize young lovers
Dancing, holding each other so tight
I could see a wife leaning into her husband
Holding him
And tears running down her face
Knowing that he will leave her tomorrow
To take his place in protecting our country
I could see several lonely women
Sitting on the side of the room
Watching as couples waltzed past them
They would try and remember when they too
Waltzed around the room
Now they feel the pains of loneliness
Either through death
Or departure to the front lines
Worry captured the faces of some of the ladies
While others would turn back time
And remember their loved one
Holding them, caressing them
I could hear the music playing
Music that still today brings about memories
And tears
This old recreation hall
Holds so much of the past
Holds so many memories
Of those that have passed
We cannot forget these
Young men and women
Many taken in their prime of life
Never to experience the thrill
Of seeing their children grow
Or their grandchildren
These young men and women
Gave us so much
They gave their life
Let us not forget them
Let their closure on this life
Ever be remembered
By us
Who remain

Gail Adams June 9 2011