Portraits on the wall

Portraits on the wall, some grand, some small, staring at the people, sat around the table, portraits on the wall, ego show for all in silence they stare, look back if you care, at disjointed thoughts, from bygone hearts, faces deadpan bare, each behind every chair. the walls sweep around, from top floor to ground, chandeliers and fireplace, speaker phones, flower vase, those portraits in the hall, don't say much at all! every few years a new one, of the president just done, adding to stares one more, extending history and lore, the friendly, the grim, mix with bright, wise, and dim. faded memories from past, wonder how long they last, Portraits grow each year, their number cause for fear, will stay or will they fall? one day bring down the wall? Written about a 100 year old establishment that puts a painted portrait of the last president on their walls.