You Hold The Key Poem by Tony Adah

No one gives you pain
Without your own permission
You bow and prostrate
And cry in the end
Never really thinking how
Easy you held the door knob
Swung it open for life's needles
To prick and give worries of pain

No one gives you joy until you
Toil for it
If you ever waited for it to fall
On your platter
You have got to think twice
Else sorrow will rain on you
And frosty will become your days
Because no one wants to see
The froth of smiles on your face.