#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beaten, her heavy body weak, all that awaits her is death alone.
“The gatekeeper has a taste to meet”.
As she walks through the gate Into what has now evolved from her world to his world before,
Its a world of sorrow, of borrowed time. SHE is now HE, isn't kind to rewind the hourglass of time,
Be thankful for greetings of cheer,
Some days deem as a cruel joke to what makes them choke. Unsure what to expect,
In this dreadful moment, he chose to accept his fate.
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