There was a door to which I found no key.
There was a veil past which I could not see.
There I held a lantern in hand which brightened no halls for me.
And it was there in my time of ponderous distress I vowed I’d keep going.
An assertive pragmatist with a passion for education, poetry, wild life, music, truth and humanity's improvement.
choice, obstacles, Poetry, trying
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