The Doors

I had been walking around the problem.
If I continue talking I’ll forget.
The words of others will be lost.

I need to make a prudent choice.
I have walked toward a dark wall.
I am facing two diverging doors.

Both doors have their incentives.
They may have unlimited futures.
However, I can’t jump from door to door.
The choice is mine and no one else’s.

This choice is a beginning.
I’ll have a new life.
There will be growth before pain.
Happiness will come before my tears.
My mind will cherish this new life.
With new wisdom, I can cherish my mind.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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