The Old Wooden Door

Beautifully crafted mahogany
Not a splinter to be seen
Yet rotted with age
It gives a shining gleam

The hinges creak
Covered in rust
The golden doorknob
Caked in dust

The grain runs parallel
To one another
And I know
It’s older than my grandmother

But there is one thing
I know for sure
Is that I’m going to miss
That Old Wooden Door

– Kauthar

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