Some doors are made of wood, <br />and some of fear. <br />Inside, you hear <br />the knocking, wonder: Should <br /> <br />I open up to what I cannot see? <br />Outside, you knock, <br />don't try the lock, <br />think: What, who, might greet me?<br /><br />Hans Ostrom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/door-poem/
