THE LOCKLESS DOOR

by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)

T went many years,

But at last came a knock,

And I thought of the door

With no lock to lock.

 

I blew out the light,

I tip-toed the floor,

And raised both hands

In prayer to the door.

 

But the knock came again

My window was wide;

I climbed on the sill

And descended outside.

 

Back over the sill

I bade a “Come in”

To whoever the knock

At the door may have been.

 

So at a knock

I emptied my cage

To hide in the world

And alter with age.

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