The Gilded Door

He passes by a certain place each day,
on the side of the road along his way.
"A quite peculiar kind of place," he'd say...
"No windows, just a gilded door, -
and walls composed of brick and clay".

Sometimes, he'd see someone or two,
beyond the gilded door pass through,
then, he'd often wonder what lies within
its walls to which he'd never been.
He'd seen them enter, there is no doubt,
but he had never yet seen one come out.

Whatever becomes of those entering there?
To venture in he does not dare.
Perhaps once inside they're taken away,
never again to see the light of day.
But, then again… perhaps they find their paradise,
happiness and all things nice.
Contentment true, their sails unfurled,
with no thoughts of leaving
their new-found world. -

He passed by a certain place each day,
on the side of the road along his way.
And then one day he chose to dare,
to see just what was inside of there,
and passed beyond that gilded door,
returning henceforth nevermore...

Whether he was taken from the light of day,
or found his paradise and stayed,
the only way one can his fate explore,
is to pass beyond that gilded door..