Poezja

It’s been said one door closes another opens;
But that isnt always true;
More like as one book opens another closes;
Their the stories of our lives;
As each page has been turned, a day of our lives passes;
Wondering where the plot twist occurs;
That is the exciting mystery;
Before marking my place tonight;
I fear the next page;
As it turns, I close my eyes tight;
Am I all alone?
Are you and I together now?
I hold my seat tight;
Afraid to view my future;
My eyes tear as I pass through each page ;