DOORS

The door of home,
'twas a trying day.
The door in my face,
love's dead bouquet.
The door of attraction,
when life's a bore...
Oh for adventure
beyond the green door.

A door opened gently
means comfort for me.
A door slammed,
the essence of finality.
A door pushed quickly,
there's hope, or relief;
But slid open slowly,
it's admitting grief.

Some doors protect,
or provide retreat.
Some doors challenge,
or spell defeat.
A series of doors
through love and strife,
until destiny closes
the door of life.

© Delma Luben