[NicknamedBob]

The Door

Before you enter Heaven, you pass this door a lot.
Although it tells you, “Enter”, you know you’d rather not.
It is a one-way doorway, that leads to far beyond,
And later always seems to be the way we all respond.

Oh, one day it will call again, as sirens often wail,
And it may seem appropriate to step beyond the pale.
For all ways turn you back to this. This turning in the hall,
Where footsteps echo distantly, and somehow have a call.

We wonder where they lead to, what we may find in there,
And sometimes we may pause and ponder, stop and then just stare.
We do not hear the voices, the music, or the beat,
As if it were a distant party down the street.

We’ve heard that there are wonders, and glories to behold,
And that the first thing we will lose is having grown too old.
Wise caution seems to hold us back, for we have come to learn,
It’s invitation only, and you have to wait your turn.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . December 31, 2007

[fanfan]

Thanks Bob.

That was beautiful.

In the interest of a Happy New Year on the UT, I am going to retire for the evening.

See Ya’ll next year!

[Soaring Feather]

The Door

I like this, good work.

[Monkey Face]

Thanks, Bob! That’s thoughtful and kind. You do good work!
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[Tax-chick]

Good poem, Bob!