Doors

I've been through doors that made me happy. I've gone through doors that made me sad. Behind doors it did excite me. Behind doors I've often cried. Behind doors I saw my father . As he lay so still when dead. Behind doors I felt the sorrow. As I lay upon his bed. Too late to say I'm sorry. The words for him or I to say. We stood by what we thought was right. I stand by it every day. His door to life is closed now. But his memory is always there. His leaving wasnt his choice. It really wasnt fair. I still talk to my father.No better one could I find. Because he's not here in person. He is always on my mind.