The door

Have you ever noticed that a door can open and close for years, and never needs to be replaced? His old creaky frame sat in that old doorway for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. This door has seen and felt more than you could ever imagine. Each person that turned his rusty knob, had a different personality. A different disposition, psyche, and individuality. He met singers, dancers, accountants, lumberjacks, and maybe even a president. Each person invites a few friends over, giving him more personalities for him to feel, to see. Doors do not have eyes, for they are not living creatures, but one does not need eyes to see.