Five short words

When one door shuts, another opens

(so they say)

but they have never been inside this place 

where doors are closing every day.

How can this be? you ask. How can so many doors

have warning signs of loss or pain?

Don’t fret, they say, you’ll see some secret door,

some passageway that leads you out again.

You look but do not find. You wonder if

your looking is to blame?

Or if the riddle is too hard?

Or if the riddler is insane?

Time trickles on, relentless in its flow;

too fast, by far, some days; but other days too slow.

And always people tell you 

what they think you want to know.

But all you need to know is held 

in five short words:

you do not walk alone.

For there is more to life than this.

And there is more to you than flesh and bone.