Picture of a Door

There's a picture
In the lobby
Of a lovely wooden door
Trapped inside a wall that's scraped and worn
And over it
There hangs a fan
And it shines in black and white
In this picture where the grass will never grow
No knob adourns
This misplaced door
But from it's battered front
There is hung a lock, silver and new
It makes me think
What there could be
In a wall so scarred with age
That would cause someone to keep it locked