The walls of my room speak aloud
Their voice is gentle and mild
Sending in wishes of the last night
When they shall see this second double.
They remind me of the travels
And rides through light and night
They remind me of the whispers
That were too silent to be murmurs
They remind of the tears
That fought battles words lost
They remind me of the laughter
That films and books brought
They remind me of those family times
And homecoming with friends.
This night, their hands wave goodbye
For this is the arch where the second
Bends in humility for the third
For everyone must wave yesterday goodbye
And receive tomorrow
With a gleeful heart about today.