Opening and closing, always turning corners
Or just moping, looking behind porches,
All around we look to find
That key to where, is ever to be found
Maybe I’m not searching closely
The right path to take so quickly
Oh dear God, show me the way to go
Then I might find that justly key
At last over yonder, I see it!
A piece of sculpture metal,
Oh, please be it!
Hoping and wondering, I picked it up
A weathered rusty key, for me!