An Open door; Heed it. (Letter to Joseph Russo) and Toast To You

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This the door, beyond the walls, beyond the end. Not a used one, not a fad, not a way, not a trend. One door appears for one person and then meets its end. One opportunity just once. One mistake, that's all it takes. One mistake, just one misjudgment, and the door will never open, Yet was never closed. Joe Russo was an old pal at West Babylon Senior High.     Toast to You May you live to hear the cries of life from your great grandchildren, And to die before they understand death. May all men of words know sighs which have grown within your being, And to die before they understand death. To run the tender scales of vehemence which does know all future paths, And to die before dear future understands death. May the glorious heaven from whence you fell be to where your senses will return, And tell them what it is to die.