Three Keys

I used to think, when I was very young and immature, how splendid it would be to know my entire future in detail. Then one night, in a dream, I held a key. I rushed and found the door that bore my name. Then just as I was poised to bring to light what was to be, God's hand reached down and claimed both key and door. They vanished from my sight. ************************ I longed to pen poetic gems and sought the key to waken genius in my mind. In dreams, a golden box and key appeared. A voice said, "What you need, in here you'll find." The missive then revealed was quite concise: "You dolt, true genius doesn't wait to be released from golden boxes by charmed hands. And, rest assured, there is no magic key." ************************ When I retired from teaching, I acquired a special key that lets me frequently into a lively world that needs me and expels my crisis of identity. Behind this plain white door the key unlocks, I take my place as counselor and friend, playmate and driver, referee and cook for two grandkids it is my joy to tend. Date: February 10, 2021 entered in the 3 poetry contest NA Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco received NA in Brian Strand's All Yours (Feb 12) contest