What My Mother Told Me

When I was younger
My mother always told me
To lock my door
Whenever they would have company
It wasn’t the question of trust
It was for my own safety
It’s okay to be friendly
But I guess she wanted me to know
Evil lurks and smiles
They wave and say hello
And most of the time
They never hear “no”
I did what was told
Until now, on my own
I always made sure
To always lock my doors