**Front Door**
''Opens to Warmth or to Shifting Sands''
By AbbasPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Luca Nicoletti on Unsplash
The front door stands, a sentinel of wood,
Guarding secrets in the quiet neighborhood,
Paint peeling with tales of rain and sun,
Of countless footsteps, of lives undone.
It creaks with history, each hinge a sigh,
Echoes of laughter, and tears that dry,
Welcome to the weary, a passage to the home,
Yet a barrier for those who dare to roam.
Opens to warmth or to shifting sands,
A threshold crossed, where stories blend,
From beginnings anew to the final end.
The front door waits, both friend and guard,
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Comments (1)
I really enjoyed your poem. I've never really thought about all the things and people a "door" has seen in its existence - it is an intriguing thought, to be sure.