Charles Brumfield writes

There’s a door marked never more

Through which so many have passed before

I know it’s there, it’s haunting me

I close my eyes so as not to see

But when I open, it’s back again

And I know in the end it will win.

I’ve been afraid, I cry at night

Although I know the door is right

That life must be a changing thing.

What new experience will that door bring?

Time will tell, but this I know

Never more seems so long ago.

I’m ready now, the door stands waiting

Impatient with my hesitating.

The struggle over, I give up quietly

My head erect, I walk through brightly.

But I glance behind as I hear the door

Slam shut on my love forevermore.

The Open Door --  Andrei Zadorine