The Keys Poem by S.W. Clark

Many are those who cry alone
and no one will set them free.
Tied to troubles without a hope
who will hear their plea.
Though carrying the Keys
to unlock the chains
of sorrows that binds their hearts.
We walk on by
and without a whim
go on and nothing depart.
As if these Keys were ours to hide
and protect lest any should steal.
Or maybe the truth we refuse to accept is
for them we do not feel.
Toss a Key of care and comfort
to someone along the way.
Then you will gain a friend
who will own their own Keys
and maybe
toss one back some day.