The Doormat

A doormat gets walked on daily

Dirty dirty doormat

Constantly surround and walked on by people

That doormat just sits there feeling all alone

Alone with the cold of night

Alone with the heat of day

Forgotten

Beat up

Humiliated causing the beautifully crafted mat to become unrecognizable

slowly fading away

Only thought of when someone needs to dump the load of dirt off from the bottom of a shoe or two

But...

What if being alone was a good thing from time to time

What if the doormat really got to know himself

Embracing the cool breeze of the cold night

And smiles at the gaze of the shining sunlight

Just what if that doormat decided it’s time to brush the dirt off

Just imagine if the doormat learned to loved himself

enough by moving from in front of a closed door.