The Keys To Peace Poem by Ray Andrews

Time for quiet and peace
Wife's with her friends
Quiet at home
Sometimes nice, being alone

Lock the door, start to lay down
Wallet on dresser
Along with my-
Where are my keys?

Well I just drove home
They must be here
If they fell in the yard
Hmm-provokes some fear

First I'll rest-
Let's find them first
I just hate this concern
It will grow till I burst

I Search the couch
I Savage the chair
I Look in my coat
This isn't fair

I kick the cat's bowl
And yell at the dog
I want to be clear
Of anxiety's fog

I cuss at the walls
And slam the garage door
Throw around papers
And stomp on the floor

Fit to be tied
O'er missing a nap
On the door I hear knocking
A light tap, tap, tap

The neighbor says
'Greetings, good day
I noticed your keys
In the door today'

'Thank you sir,
You are awfully kind
I hope you aren't thinking
They slipped my mind'

He said: 'Oh; no
I'm sure all the noise
Was a regular part
Of your natural poise.'