A closed front door

A stranger, neighbours

Possibly a friend,

Or a friendly neighbour,

Maybe one who is upon you a task fallen,

A message to deliver,

But whoever is inside,

It is a closed front door.

Possibilities and impossibilities abound,

Infinite stories waiting to unfold,

Or remain unborn, closed forever,

Stories of friends and foes and strangers,

Greetings and rejections,

All waiting for a knock.

We can extrapolate the universe

Of mankind

As we stare at a closed front door.

Shall we dare to step inside?

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