Poem: Hallway

Life is a hallway
In which we travel
A hallway that leads
Forward and has many doors

Behind each door is
Something different
That has or will
Happen to you

They are your choices
Some you never open
Some you never want to close
Others are just ignored

Some doors we’re afraid to open
For fear to see what’s behind
To face what it might hold
Change or something new

Others remain closed
For the pain of leaving
Open is just to much
To bear on one’s self

And a rare few are never
Found until to late
Or never at all
The handle is rusty and the hinges worn

But in life we choose most doors
But the actions of others can open
Doors, doors we do, don’t or shouldn’t have opened