Gate That Never Opens Anymore The sun is setting on the gate that never opens anymore. Behind it the grass grows tall. Around it a trail has been made. Still, though it has no use at all, the silver ball on its corner post shines with the last of the day, and finally someone comes along who finds it useful anyway, if only to please the eye.The sun is setting on the gate that never opens anymore. Behind it the grass grows tall. Around it a trail has been made. Still, though it has no use at all, the silver ball on its corner post shines with the last of the day, and finally someone comes along who finds it useful anyway, if only to please the eye.