The Gauntlet

a
gallery
of
pictures
line
the
hallway

each
morning
each
evening
I
walk
this
gauntlet
of
memories
recalling
happier
times

times
of
hopes
and
dreams
I
often
avert
my
eyes
the
treasured
images
and
memories
are
too
painful

today
I
was
unable
to
resist
I
looked
at
each
picture
drinking
deeply
of
the
promise
the
hopes
the
dreams
sorrow
erupted
and
hot
tears
rained
down
my
cheeks