The Open Door

9/20/09

I have been a plaything of the sea,

Tossed upon the waves who laughingly

Threw me upon the sand to bury me.

I rose and with my vision now obscured

Weakened, breathless, almost dead, endured

As the cresting water's inrush roared,

Threatening disaster should I again

Dare the plumbless depths, the Sea-God's reign,

To test my limits and invite the pain.

No, I shall not try the patience of the sea

For youthful folly has departed me.

Each day I step into eternity.

I am not the one I was the day before,

I bow as I walk through the open door.