Treasure Island

Micheal Enlow


This Key


This key, part of me.
Where one sees rust, I see priceless
memory,
He left me this root to our family tree,
And when his soul left earth,
he left me this key.

This key, part of me.
He left this part of him to me,
for safe keeping.
My Grandpa's priceless memory.
My true friend,
Until the bitter end

Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 11, 2014

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I wrote this poem long ago when I lost one of the most important person in my life, my Grandfather. He was an extraordinary man that never had any enemies no matter what there backgrounds he didn't judge. He taught me so much about life and how to coop with the struggles it brings. As his final parting gift he left me the key he always wore around his neck. He always said what this key opens isn't only physical but its divine. By what my greedy grandmother believe that it opens the container that he kept his fortune. I don't believe it due to the fact that he was a simple man that never more money than he had to on something. But that my story hope you enjoy.

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