Ajar
Leaving is never final
if the door is left ajar.
No conversation is ever finished
until all the questions
are asked and answered.
Life is never over
until all the doors are finally shut.
Most rules are never broken
only bent a little to
suit the circumstance.
Hence, we live our lives
from one day to the next
with little surprises
just to keep us on our toes,
pleasant or otherwise.
17 October 2012
poem by David Harris
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