No one new where they came from 


Where they came from nobody ever knew,
They seemed to be always there.
When people started to notice them,
Curiosity was sparked in a few.

The rest of humanity didn't care,
Not at first. If they only knew.
Until somebody tried to open one,
Even then no one knew what to do.

Scientists postulated over them,
Until they all agreed the doors,
Didn't really exist.
Which in itself was an ironic twist.

For there were no door handles,
To be found on our side.
It was almost as though the doors,
Themselves have something to hide.

They postulated like never before,
They thought about what the doors could hide
Be it prosperity famine or a war,
Then they postulated even more.

The doors had been instrumental,
For ending all the wars.
For more than a thousand years,
Until one day a janitor came along.
Asking an age-old question,
That no-one had ever asked before.

Pray tell dear men in white,
The wisest of us all.
With wisdom and temperance and more,
Can a lowly janitor beg a question.
Has anyone ever tried, He smiled.
Just knocking on a door.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-20 at 02:09

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