I looked up the green path
And there at the end was a gate,
An iron gate.
I was rooted to the spot,
Could not walk to it,
But it mesmerised me.
I wondered what was there,
What was on the other side.
I could see through it
But the view was unclear.
I looked and looked
But nothing was seen,
If only I could get closer
But I just could not move,
Something was holding me,
Keeping me away.
I walked on wondering,
Wondering why I could not
Get to that gate.
Was the gateway to hell
And I was kept from it?
Or was it the gateway to heaven,
Waiting for my time,
My time on earth to end?