The other door

Sometimes I walk right past
What I’m really looking for.
Distracted by some shiny toy,
Walk through the other door.

Have I walked right past her,
The one I’m looking for?
Not recognised my one true love?
Walked through that other door?

10 responses

  1. sometimes the door with the chipping paint and swollen jamb is the door to the reality that was the dream. it’s good that you appreciate the character and charm of such a door. shiny is fine, for a time…i’ll take the ones that have stood the test of time, marred on the outside, but true in their hearts of pine.

    13.06.07 at 14.52

  2. Walk past many, there are many more

    12.03.25 at 09.44

  3. Interesting concept… “one true love”

    12.03.23 at 11.00

    • its an interesting poetic device though

      12.03.23 at 11.58

  4. Every time one door closes, another opens.

    Bisous pour toi Poèt!

    12.03.23 at 05.50

    • i hope so – thank you

      and right back at ya

      12.03.23 at 10.58

  5. This is truly beautiful my friend.

    12.03.22 at 14.58

    • ta matey

      12.03.22 at 15.07

    • ha, and beautifully true 🙂

      12.03.23 at 11.58

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