What happens to the gate keeper
If he looses the key
Do we queue in wait
Hoping he would find his senses
And remember where he was
Last standing before amnesia
What happens to the time line
As credit on a given mark
To be honoured before
The close of day by this day
Do we put up tents, burning old firewood
And camp for the night
Hoping lady luck
Would show her face and honour
Honour our patience
With accolades reciting stories of our deeds
I found love in the middle of a storm
And this was a price worth paying
Something borrowed
A heart that was once captured
Something blue, as blue
Something new, as new
A six pence in your shoe
I found love in the old woods
Where we laid our tent
And forgot we planted fruitful trees
Forget about the gate keeper
Forget about him loosing the keys
We found another way in
Lady luck came dressed as love
Blowing her flute
She opened doors with her breeze
Lovely - I especially enjoyed the latter part of the poem from something borrowed
ReplyDeletecool on finding another way....some doors open easily when it is their time...without a key and without us doing something...
ReplyDeleteoretty cool how you blended in that old saying...and finding a new way, not a bad thing at all...its pretty cool that even in the midst of the storm you can find love...it pops up in the most unusual places at times....
ReplyDeleteVery nice progression.. So nice when we can forget about the keys
ReplyDeleteQuite beautiful Kodjo - in fact, very beautiful.
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ReplyDeleteI believe we are the keepers of our own gates...we can choose whether doors open or close at will. I love your tale of finding love and how Lady Luck blew open the doors.
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ReplyDeleteWho needs keys when you have a flute? After all, it is one of the oldest known instruments … :)
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