Waiting at the Gates

I sit here at the gate,
I've been here for some while.
I sit and sing and smile,
And ponder just one fate.

Now, roads have many ends,
Some good or bad or tough.
While one is quite enough,
If one roams not 'round bends.

So sit there at that gate,
And ponder you that flower,
A sign from yonder tower,
Of your quite happy fate.