The Olympic Hotel

There will never be another
Thru all the years she's been elegant
The parties, the dance
The memories that people shared
Around the glove, thru the years
Her glory dies with them all
But for all who knew and loved her
She will always be the grand old girl
With her golden ceilings
Her copper doors
Her silver and beautiful paintings
She will be in our memories always
And as her old personality dies
And her new personality emerges
May she still be the proud lady
She has always been.

by Celia M.Ball

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