The Corridor of Life.
As we walk the 'corridor of life' There's love, laughter, doom and strife.
Plan your route, to open doors - Many feet tread on many floors.
Depending on the rooms we choose, Our memories we will never lose,
Walk in 'the now', live for today, Laughter's infectious, give some away,
Kind words, touch, share a smile, Make other's special, for a wee while,
One door closes in the 'laughter room', As we enter another 'full of gloom',
Make your entrance; words softly spoken, Grief is felt, and people broken.
The corridor isn't always a 'bed of roses', Many 'if's' and 'but's', not sweet reposes,
We march ahead, venture through, The universe is here for you,
The 'room of love', we all wish to find, Keep marching forward, don't look behind,
And as we walk this Earthly plain, Some 'pass on', some remain,
It's called 'the lottery of life', By now having met a husband or a wife.
We're all human beings, have stories to tell, Hope you've walked your corridor well,
As the final door opens, and life comes to an end,
The room in my heart it's always open my friend.