Doors
I stood aside...
Holding a door
Not knowing what is was all for
So many people passed through...
In a blur of speed
I couldn't count them too
When the world moved on
I was left holding the door
I stood aside,
as it flowed past,
as it flowed fast
The speed I saw
The moon and stars,
sucked through the open door
Pulled in,
swished through like a magicians' cape
All I could do...
Stand and gape
I looked inside....
Peeped around the door
I was astounded at what I saw!
New worlds, evolving
New galaxies, revolving
I held an open door
For, billions of stars
People too
Why?
What was it all for?
What would happen if I closed the door?
I dare not!
There seems purpose in this
A stream of consciousness
I must learn more
When is door not a door?
When you stand holding it,
wondering what it is for
In a world passing by...
In a blur of speed
Some, stop and learn
They can but try,
To stop a world ,
turn by turn
The people holding the door,
stop and think
Watching worlds and people sink
They understand that ,
what passes through...
Is not always right
Not always true
Doors.....
When it was my time to learn
I stood aside
I held one for a while
When it was my turn...
I let go...
With a brave smile...
I let it slide...
Walked on through,
to the other side!
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