The Door
I may just but be a door
But I am indeed far more
I am the gateway to many worlds
The timeless observer of Life’s many folds
Janus-faced, I see all before
You cannot hide from my all-seeing eyes
Your inner-most secrets you cannot disguise
I am always privy to your world
And your dearest dreams and desires all-told
And I see all life’s truths and lies
Whether I be gilded or shoddy
I am the guardian of man’s folly
The eternal keeper of secrets and woes
It is I who shrouds life’s throes
And protects man’s realm from sully
So, when your eyes next alight upon my frame
Remember I am far more than my humble name
For it is before my very feet
That two-worlds do meet
For I am the Keeper of the Twain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem