The open doors

I guess I told you sometime back as candidly as I could,
That I have this habit of not shutting the doors when I should...

I slammed some, left some ajar and bolted a few,
Some had rusted latches while some others glistened new..

Some doors were closed decades ago
And they refuse to stay shut now,
Every exit has an entrance...
I wonder how!

I see those worn curtains
And what lies behind the fraying hem,
I left many doors open you know,
And somehow didn't bother to shut them,,,