The Two Doors
I came upon two doors, and thought “what to do,”
I have a choice… which one should I step through,
There’s one to the right and one to the left,
I have to make the decision I will not regret.
So I stood and pondered which way should I go,
Take the rusty door or go with the flow.
As I reached for the knob a woman bumped me
Grabbed my hand and said, “don’t you see,”
There’s a window over there we can slip though,
And we held each other and together we flew.
Now I understand and it seems so clear,
There’s a much better way to get out of here.
By: Greg Stanley
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