The Revolving Door Poem by Dorsey Baker

Youth and old Age
The coming and the going
A revolving door
That keeps moving
Life and death
The beginning
And the end!

We ponder
We contemplate
All of us
We share the fate

Our lives
They are just
A temporary thing!
The present and the past
So fragile our being!
A precious gift!
So easily broken
Leaving us with nothing
But it's memory!

The revolving door
Letting in
And letting out
The revolving door
Is still revolving!