In the hallways of time, doors stand tall,
Guardians of secrets, whispers, and calls.
Behind each frame, a story unfolds,
A world of mysteries, dreams untold.

Some doors are open, welcoming light,
Others locked tight, shrouded in night.
With keys of courage, we twist and turn,
To embrace the lessons we must learn.

Wooden or iron, grand or small,
Each door a symbol, a beckoning thrall.
They lead to futures, pasts, and realms,
Guiding the seekers, at the helm.

Through the doors, we find our way,
From dawn’s first light to the end of day.
They are the keepers of our fate,
Opening paths, never too late.