You never know
who'll be there though
folks are dying to get in.
Then suddenly you're
at the door, hat in hand,
surprised to be there.
If the door opens
you walk in. If not,
you disappear.
No questions asked.
No answers given.
Some say it's wise
to make a reservation.
Others say never mind.
There's no one's there.
But when you're
at the door, hat in hand,
surprised to be there,
you have no choice.
The door opens
or you disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Metaphorical! Do they have beer on tap?