OLD DOOR

Dear Old Door,

Where do You lead?

Tell me more.

And what You need?

You say nothing.

Well,  listen then to me!

You are open,

You seem welcome,

And inviting!

May I enter?

Yes or no?

Don’t You hear me,

Dear Old Door?

 Well, I can see

That You are something more

Than wooden desks

Made into doors.

The number  beside You:

Twenty- seven, is silent, too.

What should I do?

Who will tell me, who?

The Past seems looming behind You

Rather dark and gloom.

Yes or no?

I don’t know…

 

 

 

 

 

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