Doors

A short poem relating people and doors.

People are closed doors, all shut tight with a lock,
Inside holds everything, so reach out and knock.
Welcoming, mysterious, cunning and rude.
No door is the same, all a different mood.

Through just a small crack, one lets out what he will,
Whether it is a chunk or a sliver; a shivering chill.
Some are closed forever, the door will not leak,
And in attempts to open, none is heard but a creak.