My Key Poem by Rae Dahlia
My Key
You used to be beautiful.
Your eyes were happy and bright.
Your face filled with creases from your immaculate smile.
Your hair was long and carefree, made for the wind.
Your hands were small and soft, yet had the strength to hold the biggest key.
Your eyes have faded, now.
The smiles turned down.
Forget the wind.
Your hands became weak and dropped the key.
The key is gone.
You are gone.
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4/26/2024 10:04:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
sad thoughts penned beautifully! well done!