It went many years, <br />But at last came a knock, <br />And I thought of the door <br />With no lock to lock. <br /> <br />I blew out the light, <br />I tip-toed the floor, <br />And raised both hands <br />In prayer to the door. <br /> <br />But the knock came again <br />My window was wide; <br />I climbed on the sill <br />And descended outside. <br /> <br />Back over the sill <br />I bade a “Come in” <br />To whoever the knock <br />At the door may have been. <br /> <br />So at a knock <br />I emptied my cage <br />To hide in the world <br />And alter with age.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lockless-door-the/
