A poem.

what hues of gray my life has been!
like a winter eve, with frost and shadow.
what final equality, this zero-sum game;
gain and loss, sorrow and joy, war and peace -
all averages out in smooth relief.

what have i found along this path,
of leaves fresh and ever dead?
to laugh and to love, to cry and to hate -
tis all but apathy, and apathetically i wait.

and this like all paths must come to close.
and then finally shall i see,
what have i in heaven store -
what waits behind Forever's closed door.