Keys

By John I. Blair

I have a box
So full of keys
I cannot see the bottom,
Flat keys, round keys,
Short keys, long keys,
Big and small keys;
And none of these
Fits any lock of mine.

Yet each year
I add more and get
Strange reassurance
To have them,
Believing some day
One will loose
A lock that I have lost
But hope to find again.

©2002 John I. Blair