Upon a late night
With stars twinkling far up above
A calm silence echoes through
Grand old halls
Heard by the only one present
Sitting and watching
As the clock tick-tocks by
With no other company there
To keep such an old figure warm.
But by his side
A small present
Shimmering with gift wrapping
Glossy paper crinkled ever so lightly
With a tag that reads “Susy.”
He holds it tighter
Looking up
The clock
Continues its tick-tock-tick.
Suddenly a voice can be heard
A voice coming through loud and free
And the last ride of the night
As it’s announced to be clear
And Closing.
He stands up
Shoes clattering on
The reflective floor
Stone angels outside
Sit atop this echoing chamber
Watching him
As he goes by
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