The Gates of Destiny
All those lines that I read draw up to my mind,
Like chariots draw upon the gates of my manor,
Plenteousness does in their manner expression find,
That does even fancy the meaning of grandeur remind.
And I stride down the steps to meet them at the gates,
Beyond which I dare not let my eyes ever venture,
And find them ready there, men of truly gallant fates,
Each trying to gain their views an upper hand by debates.
Time flies by in such company, that makes one fit in so well,
And so does it for me, for I know not when it so happened,
That the door was knocked upon, I knew not when asleep we fell,
And I asked the door to be opened, to see what was to unveil.
Ran in a child, not more than seven, followed by a man, of age who was old,
Once we had them seated, I called for the doors to be closed and glimpsed-
Beyond the door their simple carriage, behind my gates of gold.
In their faces saw I, the joy that so long remained in here untold.
The men inquired of the old man, "How come you have such mirth?"
And the old man pointed towards the child and said thus,
"Of me you ask this question, but not the kid. For my early birth?
But why? His ways are as much as mine and just as much as yours are worth."