Another day, another door,
decisions to make or squander,
wondering what life is really for,
do I stagnate or wander,

Love and friendship roll into one,
time stands still whilst we grow old,
the calamities caused and done,
when young ever so bold,

The next door another chapter,
will it be full of sadness and pain,
praying this one will be full of laughter,
broken love another hearts stain,

Would it be nice to be lifes locksmith,
opening and closing magical doors,
to have those keys would be just the trick,
walking along those red carpeted floors,

But eventually that door we all fear,
the one that shows us the grim reaper,
as we get older it becomes so near,
to rest as another long term sleeper.