The Door - Poem by harrison smith
There's a door that appears with age
Because it wasn't there before
And when by some chance or design
You pass through to a place beyond
All things are different once more.
The old and the stale, the familiar
Are gone, replaced by another view
Not glimpsed from a rushing car
Not seen from the hectic day's end
But in tranquility witnessed anew.
A time when you might look back
At the journey you've made so far
And look, with forgiving eye, on
The side roads you were lost in
The failure to follow your star.
For this door, as all doors do,
Leads to a different place
That is an end, yet a beginning
Of something exciting and new.
All the things that deeply we knew
Past events unexpected and strange
When belief needed faith to support it
Turn out to be totally true.
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