Opening Doors~


I was a brash boy
full of vinegar and self-assured
brave when cloistered in safety
I had a chain of keys
hanging from my belt
30 more…with no Godly purpose
but I had 30 or more keys

I wagged the chain smiling
flashing it at Grampa with a grin
the keys caught his eye
and I exclaimed
“Grampa, look how many keys I have!”
Grampa smiled kindly… and said,
“You seem to be locked out of many places”
Leave the doors open to endless possibilities

© Ron Reed 2013

Open Doors~ Poem by Ron Reed Image by Pd Lietz

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