The Door

The Door

I see a door half open,
Or maybe it's half shut.
Perhaps I should go through it,
But if I do--then what?

I don't know what's on the other side,
And I'm half-afraid to see.
Through that door there could be danger,
Or perhaps my opportunity.

There's just one way for me to know;
I must go out and take a look.
I must this time show courage.
Or mourn the chance I never took.

©2009-Art Belliveau