DOORS

One door holds a baby
One door mourns it’s loss of youth
One door is a lady
One door lacks the class to choose

One door wears a smile
One door holds a bag of truth
One door takes a while
One door opens fast for you

One door gives you money
One door shows you gratitude
One door thinks it’s funny
One door hates the sight of you

One door leaves it open
One door pulls it’s curtains closed
One door thinks you’re jokin’
One door loves a steady pose

One door asks you favors
One door is impersonal
One door thinks it’s greater
One door keeps itself humble

One door needs your service
One door could go somewhere else
One door makes you nervous
But in the end, you’re just a door yourself