twas a time of fresh worn innocence, eighteen years of age, and the writ of my experience fell short upon the page, ragged as a student who had never eaten warm, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

hardly out of smallburg, green as an apple tree, two dinner plated startled eyes and jeans without a knee, as beauty slept in rapture behind oaken doors forlorn, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

my recollection hazy, of how I slept that night, unable to articulate my thought with my delight, they made a man of me, strengthening my form, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

breakfast at the table, my eyes fixed to my spoon, with a dozen or so sirens, laughing at my swoon.. and the scent of what I felt heaven was, seemed to be the norm, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

thirty summers later, wife and family too, I chanced on to return there, my memories to renew, said the angel of prosperity, three decades on her form.. come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm