I sat at the Door of Life
Spent from my struggle to reach it
Thought back on the blood and strife
Vowed to go on long as I was fit

I swayed at the Door of Life
Unsteady on my shaky feet
The threshold beckoned with lute and fife
Still I paused, hesitant my fate to meet

I stood at the Door of Life
Firm in my heart to endure
Passed through with expectations rife
And found that Life was pure.