Man at the Door, Alfred Henry Mauer (n.d.)
Man at the Door, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
With black spot so deep my heart melts away.
Rigid in posture just another day.
Frozen tongue with nothing of worth to say.
This day the sun with its new shade of gray.
No matter how I push with all my might.
Unknown reason can’t seem to get it right.
To open the door and escape my plight.
Your vision is forever in my sight.
Were it possible to relive the past.
Could I somehow be changed to make it last.
Must be able to grasp our time as passed.
This abyss between us is now too vast.
People constantly change during their lives,
There are those likely to vary their strides.