The Door

January 18, 2015

One door closes

another opens,

people walking through

some are happy

some are sad

life is just an open and closed door

some lazily walking

others running fast

I, myself cannot stand going slow

but many can be patient

we all know who we are,

the speed and pace we go

but life is just an open and closed door

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