As this week appears to be HP Poetry Week, here's another submitted by Jack

Peter THarold Park Hotel

Theatre of gold
Fresh with talent
and yet so old

First here as a boy so long ago
Now a sad farewell
The final show

It's touched us all near and far
From the back of the garden
through to the bar

The names, the faces the unearthing of stars
Battlers and winners
now treasure their scars

The magical aura where memories abound
Art be romantic
If romance be found

Thirteen years to the month a slice of my life
Not a single regret
Richer for the journey

Space is running low like time itself
They say we must move on
The almighty dollar shrouded in lies
Once again moving us along

John T. Carroll 2/10/99

Edited by Phil Ryan