The sign on the door read
“Do Not Enter”
Trespassers not welcomed here
And the sign had been respected
And the room laid vacant
for what had then been many years.
But just like every rule
Meant to be broken
An exception to it there must come
And the twist of a lock
Released a lifetime of emotions
And his world came undone.
Like an unruly child
She didn’t heed the warnings
And entered where no one had tread
And he paid with price with indecision,
this battle between heart and head.
The Trespasser
Quietly she stalked
The Trespasser
Sickily she talked
The Trespasser
Never meaning harm
The Trespasser.
In the days that passed
There ensued a game of chance
Reality versus romance
But the reality for him
Was that he couldn’t win
For her place was with another man.
A lesson was learned
By this troubled young man
Who had vowed to let no one in
The door may be opened
And the room may be entered
But it’s yourself on whom you depend.
I am honoured that you think so.
You are always welcome.I love to read your posts.
And I love that you do, and I love the work you’re doing. I read every day, and I take something from all of them.
Beautiful poem,Pa! I liked its presentaion.
Oldest thing ever published on this site. From ’91. Thanks for reading and commenting, as always.