My door is made of solid bronze
but doesn't have a lock
Patina'd with the stain of blood
from all the battles fought
It swings upon a rusted hinge
and creaks when open wide
To welcome back the future-past
the present safe inside
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: August,2020)
Reminds me of the moody blues days of the future passed and their threshold of a dream, good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well authored poem. Truly brilliant.....10+++