Frog Waiting

The Door~Felix Dennis

I hammered hard upon the door, confused,  My soul in pain:  "What! Am I to be abused,  A pilgrim in the rain?

A dragon-fly with wings still yet to dry  From Mammon's mire,  May yet outshine a butterfly  And set the lake a-fire".

But as I raved and battered at the keep  A voice within  Spoke sweetly to my troubled sleep:  "Twas never locked- Come in."