There is a door on the sidewalk
That appeared one day
As I passed it;
And I hurriedly passed it by.
Each day as I walked that route
I felt time running out
As I neared the door.
I had to reach my destination.
Yet as I scurried, flurried,
I never once missed
observing the door well.
It never failed to catch my eye.
Fearfully I avoided it,
Yet every time I had gone on,
A wave of regret and guilt
Never failed to wash me out.
It took great courage and guts
To open that door one day.
I hid my watch the night before
And left time somewhere in the way.
There was nothing extraordinary behind the door:
A sense of home,
A feel of warmth.
But I was glad I had taken the chance.
For if I had not opened the door,
And left for some far-distant place,
The chance having missed me,
Would it have been my life regret?