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Sun 4 Jul, 2004 08:18 pm
The Old Door
The door opens,
A draft comes through.
The hinges creak,
And dust falls, too.
The door is old,
Nearly fifty years.
The sound is pleasant
Upon the ears.
Though new doors are swift,
Soundless, and transparent,
Nothing can beat the character
Of the old door.
-Bailey Stapleton
That was basically my thoughts upon this old wooden door in my flat. The poem sucks. :wink:
No, Bailey. It doesn't suck. As a matter of record, it touched a memory about the old doors in my Virginia home. New is practical, but old is poetic.
Hope to see more of your stuff here.
I liked this poem very much. I loved the way you took a simple thing and made it sound so wonderful. My brother wanted me to say he also enjoyed it. And he's not much for poetry so feel special.
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