“The
doors are closed” someone will say
“locked
and bolted forever that way
It
must be a sign your path is to change
Look for
new rainbows, get out of the rain
Accept
the fact that the doors are for those
who may
have compromised morals –I’m told”
Yet
the heart of an artist with the highest ideals
will
never accept for “whom the bell peals”
But
I do not live in a castle with doors
with ceilings and locks and hallways and floors
For
that is for people who see their fate
as ending
their value of life by date
Yet
where others see
doors, I only see mountains
and atop
there is that veritable fountain
I
can only look up when I climb to the top
though my heart feels it’s
bursting I never shall stop
For
each day when I wake with the “gift of life”
I know
that I cannot live
without strife
And
I reach for my hiking
shoes covered with dirt
then with great
challenging adventures I flirt
Let others grow old, but I shall be seen
as that little girl
who “pretends to be queen”.
I shall ever be grateful for the gifts He has given
and hundreds of miracles poured in from heaven
I trust my Daddy who gives me His hand
and leads me through life as my daddy named Sam
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