poem
Shut the Gate
On the way out when you’re leaving
Celebrate
When you’re going home too
Forsake
Your throne and its view
Where you don’t belong
It’s like toppling a queen for a shrew
When you bathe in my sorrows
When you bathe in my dreams
When you have to pay a price
When you think it’s routine
When you no longer endure
When you’ve blown it all
When others are beckoned
And others enthralled
When the plight is dead…
