It wasn’t merely a walk, it was a journey.
Behind every closed door, there was a story to tell.
I was about to write a story
when i see the doors closing.
But what’s the use of telling one
when the doors are now closed.
So i look for windows
and see some light
and learned that life
itself recreates its story.
A mistake will keep happening
until lessons are learned.
Every shut door tells a story,
even an open window creates a poetry.
Copyright © 2014 Joys of Joel by Joel F. All Rights Reserved.
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