The Lockless Door
It went many years,But at last came a knock,And I thought of the doorWith no lock to lock.I blew out the light,I tip-toed the floor,And raised both handsIn prayer to the door.But the knock came againMy window was wide;I climbed on the sillAnd descended outside.Back over the sillI bade a "Come in"To whoever the knockAt the door may have been.So at a knockI emptied my cageTo hide in the worldAnd alter with age.