The Golden Threshold. Poem by Belin Babu

He begins his long plight of life,
One step at a time- he muses.
He can already picture the end of the line,
Finesse, Treasures, Riches, anything he chooses.
It couldn't possibly be so hard, the plan's foolproof.
Keep going and success he'd pursue.


It's only been a little while,
But the burden of expectation increases,
Perhaps he misjudged the mile..
He must keep going, his dream couldn't cease.
Just push through a little further,
The end will appear, sooner or later.


Chronos must've cursed his time,
The man's heart beats out of his chest.
He's held at gunpoint with no crime.
He was yet to reach the crest.
How long could he last
Before his legs gave away at last?


Life throws its final blow at him,
The sorrows, the despair- all at once.
Crushed by the weight of the grim,
He almost falls back to step one.
If the middle felt like a hurdle,
What was awaiting him at the end of the circle?


A circle? The circle of life.. A part.
The golden threshold he dreamt of?
It was every step he'd taken since the start.
There was no greater victory above
The moments of joy were his success,
His reward was happiness, nothing more or less.