CLOSED DOORS

I knock on a wall of doors

that won’t open.

I try a password from my childhood:

Open sesame!

Doors remain closed.

I try my army sentry password:

DiMaggio won the World Series—

still no luck.

I hear a commanding voice—

could be God or the Devil,

orders:

You’re not done yet!

Go home and have a cheeseburger,

a cherry coke and See’s peanut brittle.

Buffet and Munger are waiting for you.