A door lay before me, in a row of many like it.
This one, though, was different;
it was unlocked.
And it was not by my own doing, but opened by another.
The door lay unlocked and accessible to me.
It seemed to be calling to me in a sweet and gentle tone.
But, my childish ways kept me from venturing any farther than where I was–
in front of a perfect, beautiful door and what happiness and wonder lay beyond it.
As I returned to the door, much later in life and in a more mature manner, I look to open it again.
Sadly, it is locked.
Another has already seized this golden opportunity.
I only wish I had turned the handle when I had the chance.
I hope that one day, this door,
or another like it
will unlock for me.
And this time,
I will open it.