The Wicket Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

The Wicket



All men do batter on the door
and try to force the lock,
their efforts outrageous, wicked,
though noble ends in view.

Just some ungainly few,
of unpretentious stock,
know surely what's the lore
and enter a small and inconspicuous wicket

The Wicket
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: choice,ways
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A metaphor for non-conformism, idiosyncrasy, self-sufficiency
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