Swinging Doors Poem by David Harris

Life can be like swinging doors
with people coming and going.
Some come in to stay awhile,
while others come in
for only moments at a time.

The swinging doors are never locked
and swing both ways.
There are those who enter
and never want to leave
and others who never want to stay.

Life is so unpredictable
and the swinging doors
are always busy
with people coming and going
from one day to the next.


1 September 2011