My Door Swings
My door swings open day and night
Thus enter truth and memory
Like split branches on a tree
Words hardly wrong yet not quite right
A wide eyed child might come in
And tell a lasting tale
Of that lost n’slippery whale
That escaped back to its kin
The older guy will certainly try
To smooth a many edge
He’ll raise a shaky hand 'n pledge
Context created that graying lie
My mind's door will never lock
It'll swing on through the years
It warns again to prepare my ears
For people they must talk
9/18
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2018
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