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!