Saturday, June 25, 2011
In The Doorway
I stand in the doorway for the turning gates,
Trying to be helpful, trying to be sad,
Coming forward as tapping is essential.
Just wander and stand in the room,
Don’t decide to be a star and say two
Of the days are like worlds of disaster.
It is crucial for good eye lubrication,
The lachrymal glands in action.
During the night a young man shall weep
For the forehead is strong with age.
Life has lines and solutions for all,
Pouring out are the words of disaster.