A poem: "Tick-Tock"

Standing outside your door
I’ve noticed the grass grow
And the snow fall
On sleeping trees
That wake in the spring
Bursting with leaves.
How beautiful your street
That I’ve noticed while I wait
But the door it never opens
Like a locked palace gate.
I’d like to be your friend
Real ones, I don’t have many
Please open the door
So we can laugh and be silly.
It’s just me out here
Holding one of my books
Do you see me from the window?
I think I saw you look.
Meet me on the sidewalk
Or even down the block
But please come out of the house
Time is fleeting, Tick-Tock!