Two Gates

Shiny, pearly, light and bright
Gold rays beaming through
If I go through this gate
I know I'll be with you

Dull, rusting, hot and raw
Death's fires buring strong
I might just go through this gate
All else has gone so wrong

Cold, sterile, clean and safe
Choices go round in my head
I turn away from the other gates
And return to the hospital bed.