Occasionally Knocking Upon Your Door --Freebird 02 Poem by FreeBird 02

In the morning
There was the dawn
Leading into the dark
…of the setting sun
From all the things left undone.

But,
Occasionally…
Things Britten the light
Like never thought before
None the less
The light shines through your door.

Whats their name
Whats their score
None the less
They are standing in your door
Do you walk
Do you run
Or do you simply open the door?

There was the dawn
Leading into the dark
…of the setting sun
From all the things left undone.

Days are dark
Nights are cold
But occasionally
Someone with a warm heart
Knocks upon your door…
…Keeps knocking upon your door.


May 18,2025