one door closes and several others open.
back to the drawing board with old habits broken.
thought i had a grip but realized I was chokin.
too little too late, the voice of reason hath spoken.
opened my ears opened my eyes..
to something I couldn’t realize.
good things can go bad, you can die or let ‘em go and survive.
I’d rather move forward and thrive
then walk this plank and dive.
cuz tomorrow’s another day,
and sooner than later tomorrow will arrive.

This poem was written/submitted by john gunderson.