OctPoWriMo Day 14 – The Door (Free Verse) October 14, 2015

this old door
is
sometimes squeaky
sometimes stiff
sometimes wet, with kitty wee
just won’t close if
you try to slam it
has stood silently
with the passage of the ages
fascists fell back
before the partisans
then hippies came
and yuppies went
and every year the church procession
weaves, through the alley right past this door
it’s seen the passing of many souls
generations of families
the young who became old
now through this door
I’ll pass yet for a while
and still it will stand
when I am gone

© G.s.k. ‘15

Inspired by: Prompt Stomp Week 2

October 14. 2015