Doorways Poem by shimon weinroth

are more than just that
some beckon, some threaten,
others open in welcome,
into their mini-cosmos

magic, mystery and fantasy,
or mundane and banal,
said the spider to his prey,
curiosity and the need to know,

enter these portals,
when you return
nothing will be the same,
dare you enter,

leads to roads not taken,
pathways to a future untried,
perhaps tragedy or great pride,

once tried
the river of events,
flow into a sea of new dynamics

I chose the doorway of ideology
moral and innocent of empathy
and compassion,
love and sympathy,

yet sometimes wonder
set by curiosity and fancy
of other doorways,
that beckoned and

I have lived not to regret
kept some promises and
others could not
lived neither by malice or bias

my doorway has become
a boulevard of ever widening hope