The Door
leading into the corridor
is the dark and old wooden door
shadowed and wrinkled from years of use
cracked and worn from past abuse
creaking hinges like bones of old
swelling through heat and shivering in cold
decorated all over with carving of names
from troublesome boys and devious dames
witnessing the lives of big families about
and watching the widows who sauntered with doubt
aging defenseless yet still standing tall
beholding the secrets and stories of all
is the dark and old wooden door
shadowed and wrinkled from years of use
cracked and worn from past abuse
creaking hinges like bones of old
swelling through heat and shivering in cold
decorated all over with carving of names
from troublesome boys and devious dames
witnessing the lives of big families about
and watching the widows who sauntered with doubt
aging defenseless yet still standing tall
beholding the secrets and stories of all