Watch as the open gate swings quietly to,
you will not see it open once again.
When the door slams the message is quite plain:
There’s no more chance of ever getting through,
no matter the hard hammering you do
it will not budge. There’s no way though you strain
up to the limit of the harshest pain;
but all your sparkling moments you shall rue.
You’ve spent each lively minute, and you quail
at the tremendous signal you receive,
yet you’re the one alone who is to blame.
It’s where each man and woman knows they’ll fail,
where every one of us begins to grieve,
when we reach the conclusion of the game.
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