The Door

You stand at the door and knock,

Waiting for me to let you in.

How do I undo this lock?

I don’t know where to begin.

I pull at the door and pry,

Looking around I try every key.

It won’t open, I wonder why?

Maybe there’s something wrong with me.

I try and do what I should,

Your word I study and obey.

I’d open the door if I could,

I just don’t know the way.

You stand at the door and knock,

Waiting for me to let you in.

How do I undo this lock?

I don’t know where to begin.

--Tiffany Goodson