Doorway of life...
Stained with life’s destiny
solidly standing
but gently framed
the doors of time
always slightly ajar
are closing fast
cautiously peering outwards
a gentle nudge of passage
the door creaks softly
hinges hung with peril…..
on threadbare scent of cedar
hold tight to my forever key
unlocking…
each knot of wood…
forged in place
my right of passage
peering along time aging corridors
onwards to the rapid hands of time
forever taunting….
slow the hands on the clock
please set them free
I want to stay in the real life
so many more memories
I want to take with me
realizations of harshness
tightening hinges
too young to surrender,
more things to remember
wishes sliding through key holes
close not my solid cedar door
instead …..
knock gently
and wipe your feet
softly ….
as we step gracefully
through life
