Free verse № 145
the doorman
gray eyes lend indifference to the world.
red coat with gold trim
doesn't match his stony face.
the people come and go
all so different they become
individual drops in one vast sea
alike--
the beautiful
the matronly
the human race.
all leave their keys at the door
and once in a while remember
to express gratitude to
the doorman.
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