The Old Door

The creaky old wooden door
sticking at the bottom from warpage
stands open revealing much more
than a room worn with age.

Creaking floors trod by generations,
the number of feet, hard to gauge.
Numerous daughters and sons
have walked across it like a stage.

"Skreeeek" the door opens again
and two children wander out
from a once again inhabited domain.
This house is a home no doubt!

The creaky old wooden door
stands in sadness, no more.