David Blair - The Door

You reach an age (old)
when you're in a waiting room.
Don't confuse this with
a doctor's surgery
where you might (might)
be cured.
This is something else.

You are looking
at a door.
You have no idea
what's on the other side.
If you've been wise
in your life
you have a philosophy.

You could still be agitated
or cool or terrified (terrified)
awaiting your call.
Should I get up and leave?
Come back another day?
No dummy. You were not
invited here.

Everyone comes to
this room. To this door.
The smart read a lot (did you?) .
Wise guys and the holy
can speculate and
pick or hope for the best.
Oh god...is the door opening?

David Blair

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