Gate

After years and years

Of walking the fence

Of my long life

I have finally arrived

At the gate a

Creaky old thing that

Barely hangs upon its

Own hinges that moans

When it is opened

And growls when closed

Whomever thought that putting

The gate over here

And not back yonder

Either was wickedly humorous

Or knew better for

This gate I found

Eventually found was me