MAGPIE TALES

I AM DOOR

I am half wood, half glass panes.

Freud would say that was a slip.

I am located at the front

and allow strangers to enter.

I am not placed at the side of the house

where editing of those who enter,

who are allowed to enter,

takes place.

I am transparent, reflecting views,

one-handled so that all know how to enter.

Those that knock will not be turned away.

My glass is well-lit and I am open for all to see

the true me.

I speak only truth because,

as you can see,

I have fragile glass in my middle,

glass that will allow only truth and light

to pass.

My glass can be broken though.

Should I move my door to the back?

I think not.

I am forever at the front.

(I am up-front).

I am painted a welcoming color.

My glass is clean.

I await your knock.

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