Sitting by the Doors

Sitting by the doors, Can get out anytime, No need to make a scene, What I’ve always wanted. But I don’t sit alone, The seats are wider here, All manner of race and creed, Sit alongside. Someone stands to leave, I feel guilty its not me, Then sorrow as once again, The door is firmly locked. A glance among us all, As we shift to let them down, I feel we’ll never see, The right side of the door. Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 10:30 PM PST, Simon Birks   0 • 9