The Last Key In The Bunch Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

You know the key is here.
In this very bunch.
It has a mark of overuse.
Its grazed and it zig-zags
like a lost would on a lonely
walk in life.

You see one like it.
You try in this way and that.
It turns with promise.
It stops on the half turn.
Surely it knows how to deceive.

You go on trying more,
like a teenager trying to find
a teen friend.
one of them has to be the one.
It is meant for this door,
was made for it too.

Hope is gone, really gone.
You try his last hey. Aha! As usual
Always try the last key in the bunch.
Now you even lick your lower lip.
Why try when you have found it.
'Tis true once tried, the search
goes on. Lock in hand and key in lock,
let your tongue stop doing the opening.
It looks ridiculous. Life does.