Doors we enter


In our childhood

we look up

to an older sister

or brother.

When we play

we put on

the high heels

of our mother.


When we’re fifteen

we want to look

like twenty,

even more.

Life is nice

and we enjoy it

life never

is a bore.


We find a partner

children come,

we don’t think

of growing old.

Still looking

to the future

at that bucket

filled with gold.


Years will pass

we maybe find

what we’ve been

looking for.


we realise

there’s left

one other door.



Joke van der Ark

Nr. 007 – 23 oktober 1989