Doorknobs

Doorknobs. All brand new and shiny Unable to wait to find their one great purpose Only to discover, that as time goes on They fade and become lost in the rush Sitting in silence, the endless hush. Doorknobs. All dull-faded and old But they can still do a marvelous thing See, a doorknob opens the door Through the door you can see the world And at you, new experience is hurled. Doorknobs. All forgotten and lost Without them you’d never open your door You’d never see your great world Never sense a color, shape or a sound Never knowing how the world goes round. Doorknobs. All needed and never thanked Used and used and used until they break Without a doorknob, what would a door be? Without doorknobs, where would you be? Stuck in a dark room, never knowing what it is to be free.