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The Hallway

 

 

As I walk along a hall,

I look around at the wall,

And on its surface I see,

Pictures of the past of me.

A documentary following my life,

Through happiness and strife,

Then it comes to a sudden end,

Where the hallways does bend,

And round the bend is a door,

Surrounded by many more.

All are locked shut,

And out of stone are cut,

There is no way but to find a key,

To open the door of WHAT IS TO BE.

I know where to search,

So back do I lurch,

To the pictures of my past,

And search till at last,

I find what I need,

Just one tiny seed,

A small grain of hope,

That will allow me to cope,

Then I open the door and see,

What is meant to be:

            YOU.

 

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