Keys
I need not prove my skill with words
But understand this that though
My teeth are not too sharp
They have the ability to leave a mark
That sound that rattles all those doors
Is actually little me when I engage in locks
And when you hear that sweet sound of a click
I have already turned my head on a slender stick
I come in all sizes big and small and can
Start a car or wind that doll
But the one key that is most precious to me
I forge it from my thinking in a line
In syllables verse or rhyme
And slide it into position when I need to
Open this brain and heart of mine!
13.9.2021
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