Another Door Opens

When one door closes another door opens, or so the saying goes. It is with this saying in mind that I find myself writing this anti-prose. While one may feel sorrow, despair. or even pain, Soon happiness, laughter, and even love will fill the spots of the forgotten bane. The ripped up pictures that litter the floor, Will become nothing more than abandoned lore. Although we cry with a mad-driven mind, It won't be long 'til again we shine. We wear, right now, a rightful frown, But even that, with time, will become a glorious crown. I hope whoever first spoke this saying knew it to be true, for with this final line I write, I must say adieu to you.