Seat No. 40

As I walked past their many faces,
I felt a memory seeping out of my vial,
And there it was right in my vision,
Waiting for me to claim its stead,
I remember how I had clenched my small palm,
Into a tiny massive fist,
Wondering solemnly how long the list really was,
As our names trudged out on and on,
But there it came at last,
And then I thought I heard a man say,
“You’re welcome. You have seat No. 40”,
As I walked up those stairs,
Staring wide-eyed at the ones already seated,
I felt my heart surge forwards,
As I took my first seat at greatness.

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