**The Front Door**

The front door stands, both strong and still,

A silent keeper of dreams and will.

It knows the steps that cross its way,

The joys that leave, the tears that stay.

It swings with hope when morning’s bright,

Welcoming the day's first light.

But when the dusk begins to fall,

It holds the shadows, catching all.

The front door hears the laughter loud,

The whispered secrets, soft but proud.

Guarding lives awake and asleep.

Each knock, each turn, a story more—

The silent witness, this front door.