A doorman stands through rain and sun,
A silent watch till night is done.
He guards the gate with quiet grace,
Familiar face in crowded place.
In suit so neat, in stance so straight,
He opens doors, controls the fate
Of those who seek a welcome in,
Or find the threshold hard and thin.
A sturdy guide, a steadfast hand,
His presence like a gentle stand,
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