Ome man walking toward his sunset
Came upon the walls of Paradise.
But the door was closed.
So he...decided to wait
Another man came upon the first,,and asked
Why are you waiting,that door never opens
Ive been by here a thousand,thousand times
And the door is,always closed.
The first man answered he will wait
The second man said as you will.
Day after day the first man waited
When it became clear the seasons were changing
He built his house...close by the door
Which never opened.
Day after day,the other man walked by and shook his head,and sometimes told him..I told you,that door will never open.
In his house the first man sat at the window
Sometimes the sun shined
Little stars exploding on the pains of glass
Like little super novas
The little pops on the glass,reminded him,he was alive.
In the spring,he planted flowers on the path,to the door which would never open...
And a shady tree to sit under when the day grew hot
Life went on at the doors of paradise
The other man,hobbled by age,toil and the many futile miles he had gone in circles past the dorrs of Paradise
Stopped and asked the first man
If by chance
The Doors of Paradise had ever opened?
The first man
Stooped himself by time,and tides
Looked upon the raggedt soul before him
And said no
Those doors were never opened
But iI built my life out side,in hope,of ,one day they would.
I built my house where i was comfortable as I could
While,I saw you walk,
Around and around
Always watching,but never still
And I watched you fade away
I never saw Paradise
But I had my Peace.
What did you see?