The Old Plank Door

                                          The Old Plank Door

Hanging by just one rusty hinge,
The old plank door lets the
bitter cold in.
For years its patina was a
beauty to view,
Time has cut its life askew.
Like the overgrown lawn
and grounds,
Years of wear have beaten it down.
It opened to greet the newlyweds,
and opened for many
Thanksgiving spreads.
It opened to welcome a new baby boy,
to children coming, full of joy.
It closed when sickness
came one day,
and when a loved one
passed away.
Its history you could
quickly perceive,
If you study the door before you leave.