"Old Doors"
Our path of life,
Leaves us with many old doors.
Some that you miss,
Others hold resentment from before.
Everyone glances,
Down those old halls.
Faded frames of old doors,
Litter and adorn the walls.
I have one old door,
I reinforced with concrete and stone.
I sealed the frame,
With dreams, flesh and bone.
When you lifted your hammer.
Only debris after you razed.
In utter disbelief,
I cried as I gazed.
The fact became clear,
Nothing can resist gravity.
The romantic fantasy faded,
As it fell into reality.
Dg
Danny Gunter
11-17-2011
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