The Key (Poem 48 of 99)

I was walking home

I tried to get in the front door

But it was locked

And I couldn’t find my key

I searched my trouser pockets,

Jacket pockets and under the plant pots too

Then I searched my heart

And found the key:

Patience.

(Please note: This will NOT work if you have diarrhoea).

Dasein Petals © Copyright 2013

Poem 48 of 99 to raise money for operations for facially deformed children in the developing world. Sponsor me.

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