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An Unlocked Door
My dearest child, please hear
You are still underage
The world you do not fear
Its strength you cannot gauge
If fixed to go away
Don’t bring on dreadful shame
That will make it certain
Ever stamped on your name
Life demands a hard climb
As building often does
Can take a long, long time
To overcome what was
Beware of what inflames
That injures, wounds, and maims
Don’t misuse and defame
That precious gift, your name
I will always love you
And listen for your knock
Know the door you left through
Will always be unlocked
Copyright ©
David Moore
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