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Threshold



He stood behind the threshold 

between his new life and old

Old, was bit dull but just fine

and new, was all bright sunshine 


He paused midway, conflicted and sad

for leaving behind every experience he had 

every thought which in his mind once crossed

would now just become a lesson lost


God read his mind,

understood his concern

and blessed the man with a bag

for every lesson he had to learn


The man was elated,

he finished packing his experience 

but as he moved towards the door

he started missing convenience


So he stuffed in his bag 

his entire comfort zone 

then left for the door

but saw his habits sitting alone


Unable to resist

he packed them too

and took his step

towards everything new


With his bag on his back,

the weight was weighing him down

as before his new life had a chance to unfold

he collapsed by the weight

without ever reaching the threshold...

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