The Last Door Poem by Constantinos Grigoriadis
The Last Door
There is a door.
A unique door.
It is our personal door from our small home
in our small neighborhood.
We use this door only twice
once to come and once to leave.
This door takes us outside to the big world.
When we go out the door closes and never opens again.
Maybe somebody can return to the small neighborhood,
but never to the same house,
never using the Last Door.
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