A door just opened on a street-
I, lost, was passing by–
An instant’s width of warmth disclosed
And wealth, and company.
The door as sudden shut, and I,
I, lost, was passing by,-
Lost doubly, but by contrast most,
Doormen of London - so much more than men in beautifully crafted uniforms… Class and dignity personified… I can’t help but wonder how many people pass them day-in day-out without even noticing their mere presence.