It went many years,  
But at last came a knock,  
And I thought of the door  
With no lock to lock.  
 
I blew out the light,  
I tip-toed the floor,  
And raised both hands  
In prayer to the door.  
 
But the knock came again  
My window was wide;  
I climbed on the sill  
And descended outside.  
 
Back over the sill  
I bade a “Come in”  
To whoever the knock  
At the door may have been.  
 
So at a knock  
I emptied my cage  
To hide in the world  
And alter with age.

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