Poem 25

His Door Was Always Open

His door way always open,
His heart was always glad,
To see you in the morning,
To see the things you had.

His love for me was endless,
Well maybe for awhile,
You cannot stay forever,
And act just like a child.

See living's like an hourglass
Though often we lose track,
0f seconds that slip by us,
The time we can't have back.

It's like the days that face me,
I'll visit once again,
Knowing of the sentence
That's home to everyman.

I haven't got the notion
That he may not survive,
Worse than that the feeling
 He's caused his own demise.

I wonder if he'll get it,
That all the fun is through;
That living without dying
Is something that we knew.

Would come for us as soon as late,
Good Lord its gone so fast.
They warned us to ignore the hate,
That much of life would pass.

A lease on life newly bestowed,
For now his open door,
Is back beyond a path that's known,
And back to look for more.

10.10.2013

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