I bought into a theory
I heard when I was young:
that even though you’re weary,
there’s no need to come unstrung.
For when a door is slammed shut,
a window opens wide;
you’ll get out of an old rut
with religion as your guide.
But now, the world I live in
has doors that don’t stay closed.
From long ago, what has been
once again may be proposed.
Instead of open casements
are portals that can swing.
So, rather than replacements
walks back in the same old thing.
Within my house of life are ghosts
that haunt the corridors;
both friends and paramours
reside behind these doors.
And I accept that there are those
to whom I’ve given all,
who choose to leave my hall
when other ventures call.
But some of those whose lives I’ve touched
and loved ones I adore
will come on back for more,
much stronger than before!
If you are truly mine,
I will be forever yours,
and love will transform obstacles
into revolving doors.
There seems to be a process,
from what I have discerned,
where all of us make progress
through the lessons we have learned.
But some who dare to amble
onto the playing field
are hesitant to gamble
’til more facts can be revealed.
The curious will pass through
and stay for just awhile.
They’ll take what is of value
and then flee the domicile.
But those who have departed
with karma left undone
will finish what they started
by returning for more fun.
Love, no limit knows;
so, if a door should close,
imagine it’s a gate.
Then, be patient and wait!
For once you shift your view,
whoever’s meant for you
will come into your life again
without further ado.
If you are truly mine,
I will be forever yours,
and love will transform obstacles
into revolving doors.