Waiting The Key In The Lock Poem by Mark Heathcote
Waiting The Key In The Lock
Each day is a dungeon
Waiting for the key in the lock-
To turn one-half quarter!
'But it never does, do it.'
Like a watched pan never boils.
The hand that turns the key,
Is always imperceptibly busy,
Until the moment-finally, you blink.
And, find to your great surprise.
'There never was a cell door.
A dungeon, a jailor or a key,
The only lock door; was in thee.
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