One by one

The buildings open their doors

On the public strip mall

Uncaring, unthinking

Of how buisness will be later

Shoppers come, most leave soon

But they only want the merchandise

The mercandise that settle their needs

The building just holds them

Nothing more, they think

I keep my store closed

I fear of burglers

They steal, they plot there scheme

They won't break in my building

I'll make sure of that

But I have little security

Only a few flimsy locks

When easily picked

Can be penetrated

And the merchandise picked clean of stock

Now and then, shoppers walk by

Many look outside the building

Hoping to catch a glimpse of the building inside

I turn them away

With only a lost hope of entering

I keep watch of my store

Guard it with all my life

Many shoppers wonder why it is

I never open it

Or even let them take a peek within

I sigh at this question

Surprised that only a few

Other shopkeepers remain closed

Just as I have

With the same method as I, too

I await only one customer

The others can continue walking by

This one customer, one day

Shall come by my building

And come to care about it, not the merchandise

He will already have the key

To the few flimsy locks

If he asks, I'll give him enter willingly

Just be careful with the merhandise

If you like it, have it, it's free

~Metauru~