Doorways
of Life
Grant
Woodside
Through
life's
doorways travel
Till
you come upon
the threshold
Where
your past is
not forgotten
Here
justice wears
no blindfold
Beyond
the
threshold are doors of wood
And
doors of steel
mostly rust
Whichever
one you
pass through
Following
also is
your life's dust
Amidst
a field of
black eyed susans
Are
doors framed
with blackthorn and bone
Friends
assembled
behind you may find
Blithely
engraving
your tombstone
A
vacant city has
streets of open doors
Revealing
only
shadows and sunlight
Framed
with flames
of hate and love
Taunting
you to
conceal your spite
You
will find
doors of amber glass
Framed
by rubies
and sapphires
Lightning
trapped
within rages
Freedom
once more
it desires
Open
thirteen
doors of jade
Surrounded
with
shells and pearls
To
see crystal
doors revealing time
Within
which your
past swirls
Behind
you doors
of waterfalls
Teardrops
of the
spit upon
Voices
from within
call you inside
Before
they are
gone
Can you decide
