An enticing doorway in Zacatecas, Mexico
They told me to look behind the dark door,
The door that was outlined in red.
They said that I’d find some gold on the floor—
At least, that’s how I heard it said.
But when the door cracked and I went within,
I found only dust, and no gold;
Dejected and poor, I’ve taken to gin—
And now my sad story is told.
Photo and poem © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher