A doormat serves a purpose,

It wipes the crap from off your shoe.

From mud amassed from woodland walks,

To a plethora of poo.

We all like to have a doormat,

It proudly sits at the door.

In grandeur and humility,

It lays subtly on the floor.

But a doormat is not a term to use

For humans who believe

In being nice to all that he would meet,

With compassion and empathy.

But at times it would appear,

That the perception can be true,

That some compare thee to a doormat,

And walk all over you.

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