The old wooden door lay lifeless and gray
Long removed from the place where it always stayed
The hinges that used to hold it in place
No longer were there, now just empty space
The days, long gone when it used to swing
Open wide for the children and the friends that they'd bring
There was a time when the paint was so new
And the door never tired watching families that grew
The knob frozen stiff no longer did turn
No key in the lock, no more secrets to learn
No more days when it kept all the Spring rains at bay
No opening to morning and new light of day
It seemed that it's usefulness had finally run out
What good was it now; a purpose without
Destined to decay or be thanklessly tossed
The only hope that remained was the form of the cross
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Connie
Michael D.
I think that this door, along with many others like it, will be resurrected by someone seeking its patina as a decoration in a brand-new loft or other place where such interesting artifacts and architectural details become once again, new and interesting.
Ron
An interesting write about something that most of us do not even notice when we use it...without a door there would be no egress or entrance, without that same door all that we own would be open to the world...a very good posting, young lady...will have to try to keep an out for you...-e-