Tell Me About Your Golden Years

Tell me about your golden years,

Those days passed or maybe those not yet come,

When the halls were packed full—

Laughter bubbling out of the common rooms,

The dining area brewing with excitement,

The kegs tapping out with each frothy pour,

The showers a never ending stream and the bathrooms full of steam.

What I would give to be a fly on the wall, 

Follow an omniscient narrator,

See the glory days in all their glory, through different sets of eyes.

When did you see those days?

Maybe it was last year. 

Maybe it’s every summer. 

Maybe 5 years ago, before the pandemic. 

Or maybe you haven’t seen those years yet. 

Maybe you never will.