The Cold Hard Path [Poem]

I walk the path that all must walk, the path that's walked alone. There never can be any help, you must do it alone. The freezing winds send chills down me, chills me to the bone. And yet I walk along the path, the path that's walked alone. As I'm walking, legs are aching, and I'm not sure where to go, I keep on walking, for I know, surely you know too- This is the path we all must walk, the path you've always known. I come to a door, but of course it's locked and I've no key. I could wait, could hang around, and see what it does for me. But if I wait and cling to it, the cold will soon set in. You cannot wait for the doors, the doors will just open. If you haven't seen what picture I paint, haven't seen this path before, Then certainly you have to know this saying about doors. "When one door closes another door opens." Does it ring a bell? I knew it would, I knew it would, we know it very well. You may think what you think about my sanity. But think long, and do think hard about what I say- You might find yourself noticing the cold hard path someday. (What do you think?)