Every once and a while I come up with a poem. This page will serve as a repository of them.
Folding Doors are not Mismatched
Folding Doors are not Mismatched
Same wood. Same paint. Same design.
Made together, for each other.
Strong. Solid.
Folding doors, apart during the day, yet always near.
They see the world that separates them.
Evening settles and they are reunited.
Doors of equal.
Strong. Solid.
Folding Doors are not Mismatched