Our existence has many a door
each serving a why and wherefore
each defining who we are
each deciding what we are going to be.
The doors open into an open space
with a key for the future
with a history of the past
with a reflection of the present.
Behind each door is a secret kept
of fears, lies, and tears wept.
Each door reverberates with
joyous sounds of the loved ones.
Listen as the truth unfolds
of life span of those knocked cold
of many a moon of cheerful strolls
and of tales untold of wounded souls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem