
The Old Door
I have yet again found myself Standing in front of the old wooden door Once it was beautiful But now no more It is broken and withered Destroyed by age But still I remember the time When behind that door A life was held Born and raised Someone lived behind that closed door But now they are gone Leaving the door wide open To let all evil inside It is empty now Only filled with time The only remnant left The old wooden door Long ago left behind It is hanging now By one rusty hinge Hidden in over grown grasses Blowing slowly in the wind I can’t remember the child’s name Who once lived behind this door No memories remain I try to remember But there is nothing left Just the old wooden door And a forgotten address






