RED BRICK HOUSE

It was just an old red brick house

With its curtained windows staring

At the squalid world without.

All of it like its replicas in red brick

Except for that bright green door

With the vivid scarlet bow tied thereto,

Which somehow extended a welcome

From those within to all of us outside,

Or, at least, to someone they might love.

When the young lovers knocked on the door,

They were cheerfully greeted from within.

Sounds of gay talk drifted through,

Accompanied by squeals of delight

And the cheery sounds of happy laughter.

The table was piled high with gifts so bright,

All wrapped and tied in ribbons tight.

When the door closed, I turned away,

Left with my drab, ugly, unkind world.

But my life would be changed forever

By vivid memories of another world

Behind a bright, beribboned green door,

Part of an old red brick house

As drab as all the others, except

For that green door with scarlet bow upon it.

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