A bundle of keys,
The memories they hold.
Once gripped in my hand,
My past will unfold.
The tales I could tell,
The deeds I have done.
A life that was lived
Was chock full of fun!
A lover’s sweet kiss,
In the back of my car.
Miles we had driven,
Some near and some far.
My bike had a lock,
I thought it secure.
But wily mean bullies,
Saw that as a lure.
The key to my heart,
Is not kept in a box.
It is worn on my sleeve,
My mind holds the locks.
A diary of secrets,
Is unlocked with a key.
Dare if you must,
You may just find me!
Butterfly Sand 
Everything has a history. I remember what you wrote about keys on the beach walk. Glad that you went with the poem. Well done.
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Thank you Frank.
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This is wonderful Pam. We all hold so many keys to so many things. But you forgot one of your most important keys —- your words that open our minds to thinking or laughing or weeping or fantasizing. And that’s where we find you, in your words.
Ginger
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What a wonderful thing to say Ginger! And you’re right, I never thought of it. A perfect Ginger Snap.
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Lovely, Pam. I like to think that you unlock at least one door in your mind, each day that your out here. I’d love to have the master key (but I might be afraid to use it). I’ll take what you give us in the context you set.
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Ha ha. Thanks Dan. Although I must say I did lose the Master Key but I had a Mistresses Key made! I could not resist.
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Well written Pam, I think an ode to that freedom that a key holds. It is an amazing thing that in drawers, behind shelves and even in some very unexpected places…are carefully kept keys. Just in case keys, partnered keys, copied keys, and as you said, many keys to so much of our life…and yes, even that one we wear on our sleeves. But why? Are we afraid to be locked out, that constant fear of love lost? 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋
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Maybe one day will come when we no longer need to lock things up. What am I saying? That’ll never happen. But I do like to share…
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Yes you do dear lady, and beautifully I might add 😀. But it will indeed happen dear lady, and wait till you touch that unlocked world…it goes on forever 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋
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We may not have the key but you allow us a peek through the keyhole. Some parts of ourselves need to be kept for our own. Lovely poem Pam. 🥰
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I love the idea of the keyhole Cheryl! Thanks.
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The key to everything lies just beyond… Lovely, Pam!
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Perfectly said!
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Excellent, Pamela. One key can unlock a miracle. 😁
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It can indeed.
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You’ve unlocked (pun intended) a great story idea. The life of keys.
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Each key would need at least one chapter and some of those chapters might be a little too much information for others. What a wonderful idea. My life in a key. Ha ha ha.
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Awesome! Also, I can’t ponder the topic of keys without remembering the immense drawer full of them that we collected after my mom died. She had old keys, new keys, skeleton keys, duplicate keys, keys in drawers, keys in pockets, keys in saucers and ash trays, keys in cupboards, keys everywhere. And no way to figure out the key to her heart.
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I think perhaps you were that key…
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