Sunday, November 22, 2009


At the end of the road lays two gates
Justify your life said the gatekeeper
Justify I ask?
Do you not know the meaning
Justify yourself or you may not pass

Down into my past I travel
Looking for something to vindicate my life
All I see is the darkness a morass of emotions
How my countenance remained steady I do not know
What words could validate let alone exonerate
A life spent being the center of the universe
Selfish egotistical self-seeking
Thinking further back maybe there is something?

A glimmer of a memory
A boy on crutches for all his life
Made fun of by cruel children
Except one
As I walked the halls of school
A bully pushed the boy down, his books flying
Everyone laughed
Except one
Walking through the crowd I shouted at them
Picking up his books and helping him from the floor
For that I was jeered but I cared not

Would this be enough to get me through a gate
Then I pause, there are two openings
Which way do I want to go
Well I take my chance it is all I have
I speak the words and wait

The gatekeeper says that is not enough to justify
As I begin to wonder what next he adds
It is enough however to save you from that gate
He points to one which suddenly says
Hell One Way Traffic Only
Yet not enough for the other gate marked
Heaven, Angel Crossing
Then what am I to do I ask in despair
Do? The gatekeeper says
You are to go back and live
Until one of these gates will open for you.

© kismet 2009