It might be a surprise

But it might not

I want to share a metaphor

A simple afterthought

It starts like this

With a blank paper sheet

No designs no colors

No secret to keep

But over time

As all things do

It became stained and dark

No use as a tool

A wrinkled piece of paper

And though it has design

No one likes how it looks

Nothing would have been fine

But the paper is paper

Just simply that

It has no feelings

Just a stained welcome mat