I found an old skeleton key
So old it was
That old key
While remodeling my wash
Room
It fell right down in my hands
As I stood there watching
I don’t think I quite seen a
Key like that before
In the time of a century
Long, long ago
It was an old key that old
Key
It didn’t fit my lock’s it just
Glitter and shined
Skinny and long with antique
Quality
So, I laid it out in treasure chest
Of it’s own
To let it lay around another century
In time
Beautiful it was and beautiful it is
That old key
That old antique key has finally found
It's own resting place
From the elements of time..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a refreshing write of a key. Thank you