Years ago,
When I had fallen in love,
I thought that love,
is the master key,
for every closed door
When I lost my love,
because I was poor,
I thought that money,
is the master key,
for every closed door.
Now I can see,
that each closed door,
has a special key.
There is no master key,
for every closed door.
Now I can know,
that most of closed doors
hide some secrets.
Sometimes it is not safe
to open a closed door.
A good work. Sometimes when we open a closed door, what we see perhaps is not expected.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem with a pretty message. Thanks.