The Locksmith Of Life Poem by Brynn Bettin

If life is the key and death is the door
then lead me to life so I can see more
If death is the door then don't let me see
for there might be a trick or a bug or a bee

If life is misshapen or messed up by way
Then the door lock will snap when the key goes to pay
A key may be mended and refined
So you can travel through space and through time
And open the door with care and with haste

For the mystery beyond deaths door will be fate
But the broken key leads to a world full of hate
For there cannot be anything a lock cannot brake
That which didn’t go back and let go what they take