Doors Open
So many doors open before me,
infinite options
~ tantalizing me with their
connections and concoctions
Pathways stretch before me,
all roads lead to gold--
Life's at my fingertips
~ I can dare to be bold
As selections I make,
closing doors once open--
My world tumbles downhill
~ No more wishing and hoping
Yet just as I reach the last door that's open,
a funny thing happens to keep me from moping--
Each entrance I closed, now like magic
~ reopens, granting new life to
my old wishing and hoping
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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