True Story...
~A Pair of Fancy Doors That No-One Walks Through
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We were driving through
a desolate mall
where finding a parking spot
used to be like
trying to find a drop
of water in the desert.
Yet, today as we sat at
a rusted stop sign,
cutting through the old parking lot,
I was face to face with
a pair of fancy doors
that no-one walks through
and no-one walks out.
The walls were meaningless,
yet they once had the human magnetism
of the Taj Mahal.--
Just another marketplace hustling their wares.
I pictured elephants with baskets on their backs,
monkeys screaming; dancing for pennies,
and children running around scaring
the chickens, with dirty feathers floating in thick dust.
Yet, if those walls just rose into the heavens?
It was just a pair of fancy doors
that no-one walks through--
and no-one walks out.
Those doors do open for the mind's imagination and the eye's appreciations. Been there,done that. Mall parking,especially the day after Thansgiving until Christmas can be such a harrowing and pain in the arse,don't ya think? LOL! Great write!
A very enjoyable poem. =)
great write could lead to more
very well written my friend.