Doors

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Not many people,

Leave the door open.

Not many people,

Hold the door close.


Walking around in circles,

No eyes or ears in sight.

I'd scream and cry,

Until I saw the door.


Not many people,

Leave the door open.

Not many people,

Hold the door close.


As I crawled to the door,

About to slam it close,

Your face appeared,

A smile that shredded the sun.


So you left the door open,

And didn't dare shut it.

Holding me close,

So I wouldn't cry.


Not many people,

Leave the door open.

Not many people,

Hold the door close.


You walked around,

Nose held high,

And a smile spread,

Ear to Ear.


You didn't shut any door,

Saying it's okay to go back.

Holding my close,

So that I wouldn't cry.


I'm happy I left the door,

Open to no one.

But you crawled through the cracks,

And cradled me through the night.


Not many people,

Leave doors open,

Not many people,

Hold doors close.


As I waddled to bed,

Through the open door.

You lay asleep,

Waiting for me.


But the door was cold,

And slowly closing,

I started to cry,

And you shushed me to bed,

Saying:


"It's better to leave the door open,

But all doors close.

Even if your door is wide,

Mine is shutting.


"Don't you cry,

Or walk in circles.

Don't you close the door,

But leave them wide open.


"You have a life,

Filled with doors and doors,

You can only open one,

But it's fine to look back.


"So leave the doors open,

And smile at your past.

My door is closing,

So please don't cry.


"Leave your doors open,

Don't try to nudge it.

I'll be closing mine,

And holding it shut."


I cried and cried,

But left the door open.

Because no one leaves the doors,

As wide as you did.


Oh, not many people,

Leave doors wide open.

Oh, not many people,

Hold doors close.


But you, my dear,

You weren't many people.

You were one of a kind,

With a smile that shattered the sun.


I'll leave my door open,

I'll open others too.

But It'll be hard,

Without you right here.


So this is goodbye,

I'm not very good.

So I'm sorry,

But I gotts close the door.

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