Author Govinda Krishna Chettur Comes, soon or late, With pace unhurried, to the appointed door, Slips in the key, draws back the bolts and bars, And strong or steadfast, weak or passionate, Glad or reluctant, we go forth once more, To join the grave procession of the stars." Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments