The Door In The Dark Poem by Robert Frost
The Door In The Dark
In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don't pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.
The onset of change brings forth differences in the way things used to be.
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12/10/2024 11:58:02 AM # 1.0.0
oops; better leave the light on next time provided you find the right switch?