now even the dog has gone by the door
that I left ajar as I have before
I heard it slam the wind blew a gust
reminding me newly and never to trust
for open doors are tempting to thieves
who always find out an incoming breeze
I blame no one else for all I have lost
I left the door open regardless of cost
treasure and friends have all blown away
I doubt they'll return on some other day
but should they appear my pantry is stocked
a pity for them my door is now locked
A sad poem on the loss of relations. And the ending is ironical. Now that the pantry is stocked, the door is locked. That's so true of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have built up your strength and bolted your door, great poem Barry, love the moral of your story