These keys that remain; this burned out old home; signed over in vain; there lies my dog's bone's
No object left standing; insurance unpaid; for my wife she left me for a man yet so grey.
These keys let me in. These keys on my ring. These keys once unlocked all of my dreams.
These keys now worthless and letting me out; letting me out now... of an old burned out house.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
meaningful, I like it, thanks.