The Golden Door
Shining, golden, gleaming gold,
Dared any who might be so bold,
To open the door, and go inside,
Into a world where none can hide,
And the streets paved with truth,
With the fresh vitality of youth,
But also houses of wisdom there,
Where elderly wise gather near;
Light shines with golden glory,
But then darkness, I cannot see;
The door is closed once more,
And as I walk beside the shore,
The restless tide upon the sands;
I still dream of those other lands,
Beachcombing upon the beach,
Looking for visions out of reach,
Hoping to find a golden key,
To fit the lock, that I may see.
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