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What A Rusted Old Key Unlocks

Kicking pebbles on my way home
An abandoned building catches my eye
Holding back the pressure of my thoughts
Of an adventure I can't deny

What mysteries lie in that empty room
What clues could I find in there
The breeze gives me a nudge that I can't ignore
Feeling it dance with my hair.

A large wooden door stands in my way
And  it's locked to my dismay
If I were a key, where would I choose to hide
The answers I'd hold would give me such pride

Searching and looking everywhere
What's this secret that can't be shared
Warning me that I wouldn't dare
But I'm very well aware
That under this rock cold and bare
Is something I'd claim so fair

A rusty old key
Could it still be of use
So near to the door
Please don't refuse

I twist and turn
Oh how I yearn to learn
The story that awaits behind this door.

Inside the house an old lady sits staring at a picture frame
A woman and a man side by side, cheek to cheek with no shame

A tear travels a bumpy road of wrinkles
Makes it's way down to her cheek
And onto her sweet dimples.

She holds the picture to her chest
There's something she desires
It's hard to leave and hard to be left
Her pain feels like a choir

I look at the key once more
All rusted and not in good shape
The feelings in this room are far too strong
My heart makes and escape

I step out the room, not sure what to think
But I know what I must do
I place the key back under it's rock
It's time to miss my cue

Back to kicking tiny pebbles on the way home
I see a little kid at the same door
Curiosity sparks in his eyes, wondering what's inside
Hope there's a different story in store

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