Poem: When I Hold the Door

When I Hold the Door

When I hold the door,
I do not expect gratitude or amore.
It doesn’t phase me if you take your time,
Or need some help;
The act itself is enough.

When I hold the door,
For the wheelchaired, the strollered, the abled
It is because I can.
Because -today- the door is not an obstacle.
It does not stand in my way.

When I hold the door,
Your ‘sorry’s can be held.
It’s fine if you just walk.
My mind is running still.
The wait doesn’t hurt or hinder.

When I hold the door,
Your impoliteness is okay,
Or picking another door is fine.
Ignoring me while walking by,
I accept it either way.

When I hold the door,
Don’t worry if you waste time.
I am not wasting mine.
Really my action says a lot.
Today I am up, able to stand and walk.

When I hold the door,
Nothing is required of you.
No tip, thanks, or apology.
Not even a smile, nod, or acknowledgement.
Just allow me to hold the door.


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