Poetry by Jeff Green


An Option

by cricketjeff on July 4, 2011.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

There is,
     in a dark forgotten corner,
            along an unswept path
                    behind an overgrown garden
a bright light
      Yellow-gold and inviting
above a door
       black and shining
             like a deep pool of oil

A door and a light I rarely see
        busy with everyday
                coming and going
                        down tidy well trod paths
                happy with my lot
         for the most part

But on dull grey days
         days that stretch and grow to unfulfilled weeks
                    and drag into dreary years
the light keeps shining
                     And one day
          I shall open the door.