A single instant locked away, that neither fades nor slips to gray. Though life moves on and moments flow, I keep a past you used to know.

The first one was the most practical of the seven wonders of the ancient world. Located in Alexandria, Egypt, it used mirrors to reflect light. Alternatively, a residence that is not serious.

I start as one who has no home, I hold a circle in my core, My end's a queue, a verse, a row, As whole, I make the young ones soar.

I am the home of the world’s greatest 'experts,' where victories are easy and every play is clear. From my plush embrace, coaches are sacked, passes are never missed, and the 'right' call is always obvious after the whistle blows. I support the person who has all the answers but never steps onto the field. What am I?

It doesn't go on the scale It's FOR scale.