"Time and Its Doors"
Poems never end, because
The Heart Never Ends.  Each Poem
Is Like A HeartBeat of My Own Heart,
A Reminder and a sign that I Am Alive
As I Live, So Do I Write, And If Not,
I Live Unhappily.  Say, "Both", Lord!
For In My Life I have passed many bedroom Chambers
That i could have married and i have passed
Many Doors, by Choice left them Unopened,
Not Ever Knowing Whether Nor Where The Ended
Nor Went, Nor Why Nor How...And so Thus and Thus,
Billions of Doors of Opportunies
have Passed By Me and Even More Billions
Are The Doors I Have Refused or Walked On Past them,
Ever Seeking Something Unknown Yet Familiar,
Like Thy Mate's Native Natural Musk
Some Things I Have Left Undone,
And Gladly So, And Shall Never Know
What Became of Them, Lord.  Such
is Sadness of Time.  What Joy Can There Be
In Time?  Nor Birth, But Death.  Nor Newness,
 But Aging, and Gradual Death,  Time always
Sees The End Of Great Beauty.  I Weep Bitterly
Knowing That Death Keeps The Keys To All The Doors
And Time is the Walking Past them
And The Hallway is one's own Lifetime
And The Opening and Not Opening are One's Choices
Jesus said We Would All One Day Have To Account For these
"doors", these choices, that we have made in
in our lives, but Lord?  How could One Know
What Lay Behind Them?  The Doors I Never  Opened
Are Doors I Can Never Open Again!  Ah Lord,
Thus Is Unforgiving Beat of Time's Drum
Aware of the Seconds Passing me by tick-tock
an unseeable clock i feel my life ticking down,
down, all around, into my choices and my heart is sad
knowing we are all doomed, We Mortals, Thus To Die!
In Jesus Name,
Amen Lord!