Doors open and doors close,
but that just seems to be the problem.
I lost my job the other day;
quite glad since I didn't like it much.
I went home and started to worry
but got a call and was informed I was promoted.
Last week my dog strayed and got lost,
as we were playing in the park.
I headed home, starting to feel lonely,
but saw a girl giving away newborn puppies.
A new job, a new dog, a new life.
A door closes and a door opens,
but that just seems to be the problem...
...I miss the view from my old door.
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