When I moved in the sliding door was old,
yet it was lockable for 15 years
before it acted iffy and its hold
grew unreliable. But I’d no fears
about security. My little place
is hidden from the street, by most unknown.
There isn’t much that door guards in this space;
I wasn’t driven to protect the zone.

But breach befell, and I called for repair,
surprised to learn it’s easier to fix
a door as old as mine – more parts are spare
available, and locksmiths know their tricks.
I didn’t guess until I watched someone
at work, how glad I’d be the job was done.