The Door
We are descended onto this earth through our mother’s womb,
Through mother’s milk, we are nourished and groomed,
Taught and raised to be women and men,
To know the difference between right and sin,
Through life we learn the ins and outs,
The curves and turns of what this world is about,
We are inherent to search deep within our minds,
To choose or not to choose the conflicts we find,
With help from the Master and our aging eyes,
The road grows narrow as our minds become wise,
When our hearing and sight begins to deafen and dim,
Think not that your life and soul will end,
Reflect on the victories from your battles and wars,
Close the gate!!! Ascend though Heavens Golden Doors.
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