. . .

I would argue, there’s always room for doors,

For doors to rooms, open, this, everyone knows.

Though dubiously simple their function may be,

The concept of doors encloses eternal sagacity.

Beyond the threshold, behind the woody slab, lies,

An answer to the question, “what happens when man dies?”

Doors are symbols of transition.

Death hinges on man nearing the end of earthly erudition.

Doors, to such men, words of wisdom express,

They say, “Death’s but a door to heavenly happiness.”

Therefore, fear not Death, for it is but a door,

Fear rather, never experiencing, what Life, for you, has in store.

A window of opportunity exists, for you to peer through,

Look out! For one day Death will knock, having come for you!

. . .

Granville D. Austin