pink door

open up the pink door
always something in store
choice of coats thick and thin
one day a mannequin

precious gems like fuzzy hats
or baubles for my belfry’s bats
helped render mansion haunted
occasionally the preowned vaunted

look inside the pink door
piled high ceiling to floor
certainly thrifty
sometimes nifty

recycling wears the color pink
some linger some gone in a blink
off in a corner a tattered book
a comfy chair in forgotten nook

a place to meet old friends
the seamstress makes amends
the pink door is a home
where old possessions roam

where once so many flocked
one day pink door was locked
when i heard it came unhinged
my heart cringed and twinged

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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