Through the Door
Each moment that passes
Is another small step towards death.
- But what of that?
This journey goes but one way
And at its end, a door
A door we all pass through,
And a dark within, that none may see.
All doorways are Adventures;
Cross the threshold -
Find what waits within!
A boudoir, a tavern,
A field of flowers?
Tambourines and dancing, laughter
Or, perhaps, just darkness.
- If so, then a place to rest, among your friends!
The joy of all journeying lies all in the traveling;
All their ends are new Beginnings.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2007
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