Three Keys
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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.
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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."
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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
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2021
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