POEM 261: DOORS AND WALLS
Incoming and outgoing,
cabbage and garbage,
everything and anything,
ever swinging on dry hinges
to let out and let in:
doors

But son, you're a wall

Firm standing and unshaken,
Deep rooted and unwavering,
Push or pull,
Sunshine or dew.

Don't envy the door

All may seem well
In the gleeful pretentious swinging;
But he who stands firm
Shall live above existing.

Don't swing, son; stand.
With love, dad.

#365DaysOfPoetry
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