Doors swing open, doors swing closed

And as we think back to so long ago

We become enmeshed in feelings of fear

About times which seemed so devoid of cheer



And we now look ahead to make plans again

As we scurry along on this rushing train

And visit in this compartment, then in that

As we test the waters, and then collapse



For good things which happen beyond one door

Then ... turn into mush of yet another sort

And we look for new doors with portals over

So we can settle in with warmth in a pullover



And cosy up to one really comfortable lady

Who sees the beauty within as we do too maybe

And then we two sit down and chat for awhile

As we share visions, and trade quips in piles



And then when we have learnt all we can today

We then make plans to do it yet again in a way

By trading real names, numbers, addresses, e-mail

And perhaps by even making plans for a new trail



We shall travel together along hand-in-hand

And then perhaps become as one as we stand

Up ... and throw our arms around each other

As little animals scurry and do run for cover



And we reach down and pick up the picnic basket

Then tug each other along as we both grasp it

And we sing merrily as we skip along the path

For two hearts beating as one are the best laugh.



- Tristram