a gate

we all stand at the gate
at one time or another
more frequently then we’d
like to admit
those are our choices
will we walk the straight line
go through gate
walk along it’s perimeter
choose to stand and watch
or turn and walk the other way
no one is in my mind
no one can understand
these paths i choose to walk
i like or i dislike
i read or i don’t
we all have opinions
based a life of sacrifices and experiences
and no two are alike
What will i choose
i never know until i get there
each day each moment
presents new opportunities
or perils i must negotiate
my moment in front of the gate
is my moment
and in that moment
i will choose

Published in: poetry | on May 26th, 2008 |

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