The window on life always closes!

Life is all
but a brothel,
you pay for
what you want,
where every moment
is short lived
and has you
craving for more.

While one door closes
another opens,
the window on life
eventually closes,
until then keep the coals
on the fire warm.

It’s always someone
else who draws the final curtain.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Andrew.
"where every moment
is short lived
and has you
craving for more. "
The more we get, the more we want. I did like this poem. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Yes indeed John the price you pay for being mortal. Thanks for reading.