Roaring 20s Tote

I walk through time, where echoes stay, The Renaissance Ballroom lights the way. A palace of rhythm, of jazz and sway, A heartbeat of Harlem, back in the day. Its walls once hummed with joy and pride, Dancers gliding, side by side. Voices of legends, music so sweet, A cultural pulse beneath my feet. Now the ballroom fades, but memories thrive, Bygone landmarks keep dreams alive. They whisper stories of those who came, Who built the spirit, who sparked the flame. Through every venue, I see the past, A place where culture’s spell is cast. The Renaissance, though doors may close, Still blooms in the heart, forever it grows. I walk with wonder, inspired, renewed, For Harlem’s legacy, I stand with gratitude.