Broken Door




In deserted building I did explore,
I came across the remnants of a tree.
There were needles scattered upon the floor,
The ghost of former Christmas reverie.

It lay there all forgotten and forlorn,
In lone abandoned corner, dark and dim.
No longer lights and tinsel did adorn
Its broken limbs that were no longer trim.

Some shattered fragments of a crystal orb
And a clip that once held an ornament,
The scene was such as to make me absorb,
A family once lived, laughed, and paid the rent.

Such thoughts were mine as I went to explore,
And ventured out once past a broken door.