The Doors Of Then, Now And Tomorrow Poem by Ragy Sandid

At nineteen
There's a portal
In which all go through
Allowed for many
Denied to few

At twenty five
In a corridor of doors
A No is on few, a Yes on the rest
A knock on the door
And that age beats the best

At thirty
There's a run for the door
Yet the knob burns flame
Tearing a touch that's tame
Wondering if tomorrow is like before
If ‘No' is on all the next doors

At forty
The door is wide open
With a view of what's outside
It's time to be opportune
To venture on a wild ride
‘Yes' doors will close soon.

At fifty
In the hallway standing facing
The past, present and future
Slamming the doors to no answer
While a crowd is crowding around
Watching silently without making a sound
The signs slither into ‘No' and ‘Yes' less posted.

Still to come
The many doors to knock on
Without a post that doesn't show
Except when the knock is made
Maybe heard but ignored so turned ‘No'
There's a bless that there is more than less
People of the same caress. Those people
Who hear the knock and turn the sign ‘yes'