Picture a Key
Written a couple of years ago possibly
Picture a key,
Gold and shiny,
With its ins and outs
And its roundabouts.
A key which is always
Hanging around your neck,
Swinging but handy,
Ready to be used
When the moment comes.
At the hour and day
In which your world turns.
My key is hanging
At the back of the shed,
Now black and rusty.
Its teeth are worn out,
The air 'round it musty.
The purpose:
To fix what they’ve done.
The door's shut.
Now, what I’ve done.
I shouldve used the opportunity ,now its too late
