A Route Away From Ruts Poem by Dennis Lange

A life must never be a box
One's holding almost thrilled
But closed, with candies filled,
When key's at hand to open locks.

The comfort of the well-worn path
May keep one from the new
Where lies the golden dew,
While sparing but a little wrath.

When stranger of the moment knocks
And has another's trust,
To shake his hand's a must,
For worlds a greeting thus unlocks.

When we have ceased our earthly stay,
May it be widely said
And on our tombstones read,
That here lies one who seized the day.