Tuesday, April 27, 2021

The Keys

 They let me in, they let me out, nevermore to be without.

 They let me open, they let me close, misplaced where who knows!

Common place, you ignore me. Until work beckons, you implore me. I’ll gladly appear, if you shed a tear and promise from your heart to keep me near.

Cathy
4/2021
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