protected door

each day he sat on the wooden step
like a sentry
posted to stop unauthorized strangers
a protector of a home he once knew

folks in town called him crazy
others called him delusional
and after all these years no one remembered
his real name

 the paint held up, he mused
she wanted a red door
three-quarters of a century ago
so red it was and is

 he wondered if his tears watered the plants
weeds really, scraggly and unruly
much like the man he had become
after so many years of manning his post

 she loved this home
especially the door
he loved her…enough to protect it
he did