This a poem dedicated to my two friends who has passed on into the afterlife, 4 years apart. Young men that had bright long futures ahead of them, snuffed out by the cruelties of fate. I miss you both.
Life is a shadow of death,
A passage through the valleys of time.
Whence we came, thither we go.
Our journey made bearable by faith,
In and within.
You'll never walk alone.
Never did, never will.
Traveling agents portals peddlers,
Flight rides distance walks.
Gateways windows tickets receptions,
To experiences and never hads.
Open slammed ajar shut.
Past future presents
Present past futures.
Never had been never should have been.
Uncertainties unresolved.
Unrequited unexpected uninitiated undermined.
Unopened untainted uncoded unsuspecting.
Unicorns.
Doors eventually lead nowhere,
If the walk is not taken.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
My door.
