One Door Is Passed
So much said goes left undone.
Soon dissolves the interest...
Of those who were once thrilled with joy,
And much excited.
And revolving are those who sing sweet themes,
Slowing down a pace with an uncertainty...
That seem to quietly dispose of these dreams.
So much is given to a tomorrow that stays stalled.
The best is yet to come for some,
And for others nothing comes...
To rescue them afterall!
And tested with patience,
Are those with still some left!
They are seen in lines screaming ignored...
And a few more running out of breath.
As one door is passed...
Among them to knock.
The one assigned to distant and dash opportunities...
Is deaf, quite blind and bored by this flock!