Opening Doors
by Ron Reed
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
Rimly
Loved the way you wrote this poem, Ron. A lot of wisdom in it. I hope you are still holding that bunch of 30 keys and unlocked at least 29 doors. Loved it!
Sulekha
This is a sad and sweet poem, love it.
Ron
Sulekha – It isn’t meant to be sad…the lesson Grampa gave me was don’t lock yourself out…leave the doors open to endless possibilities. Thank you for visiting 😉
janu
That was some punch…good one.
Ron
Janu – To this day, I now only have 2 keys on my chain…house and car…all other doors are wide open :). Thank you!
Neil Chatterton
Awesome piece Ron…lots of lessons in there!
Ron
Thank you Neil – It is a learning process…and a true story :). I love all of the advice Grampa offered. Thank you again.
kriti
What a treat your words always turn out to be Ron! There is a tough lesson in this one… Wanna read more of you all the time!
Ron
Kriti – Thank you ;). Grampa was a good and patient teacher.
marthaorlando
I love this poem, Ron! Just beautiful!
Ron
Martha – Thank you 🙂
Dangerous Linda
one of my favorite of your stories! the wonder (or is it naivete?) of youth; the wisdom (or is it cynicism?) of age…
Ron
Linda – Grampa was very wise…and I am still learning 😉