The DoorsA Poem by Tracie D'AngeloWritten 25 March 1992I stop and think of my life in the past And usually start to cry With hardships that I thought would last Are now just passing by All the doors that I had locked So I could not see in I now can stand to peep inside And learn to begin again Sometimes we are knocked off balance So that we never want to stand And sometimes we may cry so hard With no one to lend a hand But the more the years go by us And the more that we grow up We can face what is behind those doors The doors that we have shut © 2011 Tracie D'AngeloReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 6, 2010 Last Updated on January 22, 2011 AuthorTracie D'AngeloAnnapolis, MDAboutI'm a 45 year old mom of 2 teens in Maryland (US). I work as an asst. librarian at our local elementary school. I also review books and write the blog for a local book store. I've just revamped my own.. more..Writing
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