this is the story of any given wall, but especially those of the colleges we’ve been to, will go to, or will send our kids to.
What if these walls could talk.
What stories would they tell?
They’re witness to the cleft of adulthood;
Jury to broken hearts, broken dreams.
They testify of the scores of kids who
Never came back
Because they couldn’t afford it,
Or they got pregnant,
Or they got in a wreck.
They sing of the kids who want to be
Doctors, teachers, law enforcement;
They enfold the quiet art student, musician, psychologist.
They commiserate with the kid who’s finally found solace from abuse at home,
The kid from a town of fifty who now has fifty friends.
If these walls could talk
They’d tell the story of how
Children walked in
And either shadows or conquerors