Once upon a time, There were two hotels: the Waldorf and the Astoria from the family of Astor A premiere hotel Was born from the two: the first to offer room service-- a historic place where several historical figures stayed most significant of those-- Ms. Monroe, herself! One afternoon,late Summer an idea was born a celebration declared: NYC, Broadway, the Waldorf Astoria Yeah, yeah, yeah! Broadway, the Waldorf Astoria we yelped. Tickets were bought, Rooms were booked, we waited. Two months had passed, but the time had arrived, we were to check, check into the hotel. We entered with glee, skipping up the staircase like Americans in Europe, we walked in gawking the walls, the ceilings memorizing it all-- a historical moment. Just then we entered, A small, small room-- Old and expensive Two beds; carpet from a time long, long ago This is it? I thought Where's the magic, the grandeur? Where is the romance? That's when it sunk in, Yes, I was there. We were there For one night only-- to splurge on luxury, magic, romance I even crossed it off:
Waldorf Astoriamy bucket list I surveyed it searched it meticulously trying to fill, fill my dreams Alas, the room it offered me none None of the magic, none of the history, It was ordinary below ordinary The wallpaper was peeling, peeling for godsake! Next step: let go let go and accept You paid for the name; it's up to you! create the magic While, I declared over and over how unacceptable it was to pay a high cost for this, this ordinary space, I was reminded. minute-by-minute-- Let go, accept it; move on You don't have control, control over this! Once upon a time, there was magic not because of a historical space but because, we made our own our own magic.