Locks and Keys and the Most Wonderful Thing
The most Wonderful Thing that belongs
to us is our own mind.
Our brain is made of locks and keys.
Certain things, ingrained, will always
be there anyway.
No key required.
But a tragedy ensues when other
keys are misplaced.
Lost in a fog.
Keys that unlock memories of truth;
of our youth,
who we knew,
how we grew.
Jingling as a chain collar on a poor lost dog.
We should grieve for those who have
lost the keys
and the joy they may have known by
what memories can bring.
What a terrible destiny to go to the grave
without the thoughts
that bind us
to the Wonderful Thing.
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