Doors, doors
like us
They are different
Doors with big smiles
Call you come in
And there is a big hug
waiting you at the doormat
with the warm shake hand
Doors let you go
To no where
without a goodbye
Doors are memories
Memories of regret
Or integrate
Doors segregate
Doors separate
Doors for intimate
doors intimidate
Doors keep secret
Doors call secret
As they mean secure
They are many
Like us
With money
Or without any
May they are happy
OR may they are weary
And ugly
May they are smelly
intimacy
Scent of love with honey
Or wary
Doors are us
from indoor
to the outdoor
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Just one door and you did that gorgeous poem! Really, wonderful and heartfelt. Your poem touch my heart.