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Knock
I stumbled upon your address,
found my way to your home,
heard your music playing,
climed up your stairs and...
rang the bell. No answer.
Knock, knock, knock...
The door was locked ~ with you inside.
I peered into the window,
until my eyes strained,
rapped upon the pane and...
it began to rain. No poncho.
Tap, tap, tap...
now ~ the door was ajar,
I considered barging in,
considered it again,
realized I'd never win,
wandered around the block,
finally stopped. No combination.
Your door is not open to me. You'll let someone else in.
letting go
I have known both sides of the door, and know exactly what you are saying, Geneva. It felt so warm and smug to be inside embracing when buddy came banging on the door. Little did I know that in a short while, we would be trading places and I would be cold and hurtin' outside!
Ken
My Secret River
A meaningful lesson learnt here, Geneva...and thanxs for putting it so poetically and insightfully. I like the flow of this...and how it finally ends with that revelation....such are the lives of people huh~!?..they never know the meaning of when to quit...or when to let go. Smiles...thanxs for highlighting this fact to us.