Doormat Poem by John Weber
Doormat
Rating: ★5.0
Drop your key
when you leave
and step on me
so I don't grieve.
I just tried
to keep dirt
off of your hide,
but you don't hurt
as I do
on the ground:
one of the few
who won't form sound.
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4/18/2024 6:08:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Like this very much. Love the cleverness of the internal dialogue of the doormat. I've spent many years doing that job meself, it feels like. (smile)