Common key

Common key

Why is this key not golden,
the way real keys are?
Why is it so small?
Pity on the door it opens!
For this key is cursed with itself!

The glory is reserved for her sisters,
the ones with fancy crests,
for the big gates and old houses know them very well.
This one under their shadow,
is nothing but a little piece of dull metal.
With perhaps a simple purpose,
as simple as her.

But could it be?
Oh it could be!
Perhaps the door it opens is small,
perhaps its color is gray,
and maybe it leads nowhere important,
but it will surely lead me somewhere.

I will keep this key.
And every time I see a door,
I'll wonder if it fits the hole.
And perhaps I will try it,
for I want to know where it can lead me,
a locked place only she can free.

And at the end of my road,
when the key-less gates open,
I will thank this key,
that once was thrown away.
I will thank her for reminding me
that she had a door for me.