My Golden Gate

Sometimes I wonder
I wonder why things happen as they do.
I wonder how it happens when Im closed to its dues.
Does it bend, tempt or confuse?

I never know the answers
of circumstance from my big smiles small shoes.
To question… is that my constant state?
Was I chosen to carry this big gate?

Forever closed it stays
waiting for its perfect place.
A key cut for just this golden steel?
I without end wonder

Tags: My poems

1 Mary // Jun 8, 2010 at 11:35 am

Nice poem, I hope for you that many people will read it!
2 H // Jun 8, 2010 at 5:46 pm

Thanks Mary, mwoa mwao
It makes me so happy when people feel my poems. Well to start with, it makes me happy that they read them at all.
xoxo
H

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