You open you close,
Not a fun life.
You want more but can't have it.
You creak and you groan hoping for love.
You wait for your master
You greet them home.
With a grand squeak and mighty creek.
They leave again and soon come home.
They have a can
A can of oil.
They put it on you.
It tastes bad.
Many years pass and your masters are all but gone.
You are sad yet glad since they showed you no love.
A new family comes a little child too.
They love you like you were their own.
They always greet you with hellos.
They soon grow up and the children leave. It's you and the old masters
Soon they leave, and you start to weep.
For twenty years you sit all alone.
An empty house not a place to call home.
You hear some noises, a truck.
Maybe new movers but you were wrong.
They take the crane and demolish the house, along with the door.
No longer can you open and close.
