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Show Me the Door
I've been a carpenter-mason all my grownup years,
and something's been bugging this brain between my ears;
I've asked experts in architecture and furniture,
but the more they explain, all the more I'm unsure;
I must have been to them either a pest or a bore,
but then my question simply is: "What is a door?"
Some say it's that panel or board that's hinged to the wall
that you push or pull, swing or knock on when you call;
With knob and key, with lock and bolt to secure the place,
yet others say a door is but that vertical space
through which you can walk or dash away from pole to pole;
as a passage through a wall, a door is just a hole.
But without a panel, you'll be knocking on nothing,
and if you do, folks will think you're nuts or something;
But then without that gap or hole we call empty space,
that wall will flatten out that nose upon your face;
Today, I don't ask that silly question anymore,
for when I do, I'm shooed away and shown the door !
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Romeo Naces
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