Invite Only Poem by Gary Diamond

By invitation only.
The doorman has been given specific instructions.
He yields for no reason.

You could be dead; you might be dying.
But without your frilly white slip or R.S.V.P.
You're not fooling anybody.

Lining up outside a club where your friends are
Getting all the way to the front
Then being told you're not welcome.
And given no reason.
And given no shrift.

Left adrift
Standing in the rain.
By invitation only
Do we give in to our pain.