Doorways

Why does the opening of a doorway matter?
If it is wide and brightly lit, I will step through.
I am confident of my decision to begin moving.

When I need change, I ask questions.
In an old and stagnant world, time passes slowly.
The living and vibrant world speeds past.

Your words spread news of my laughter.
My long running play is a comedy.
I smile because the audience feels amused.

The doorway on the stage is ajar.
Shall the actors walk in or step away?
This choice is but one of many.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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