A Revolving Door
Life is like a revolving door,
minutes to days to years and more.
At first it's new, pure, and full of love;
flying around and free as a dove.
But love may crumble and shatter to shards,
and what comes next is a hand with delt cards.
But change isn't as scary as people think,
let time take its course and worries will soon sink.
As time goes on, your attitude will change;
hidden frowns will slowly then rearrange.
And at last, delt with a new born dawn;
happiness reborn, and love redrawn.
Life is like a revolving door,
minutes to days to years and more.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world