In times of joy or sorrow’s strife
I take a walk back through my life,
and in my hand a ring of keys
that open doors on memories.
Behind each door a treasured time -
a high school dance, a nursery rhyme,
one special friend, a happy day
with loved ones lost along the way.
These visits soothe and bring a smile
and so I linger for a while -
a stolen glance, new store-bought dress,
soft words of love, a warm caress,
the wondrous things that went before
are safely stored behind each door.
My keys are many, both large and small
but I can’t do without them all.
The ring grows larger each passing day
as I progress along life’s way.
Each opened lock is pleasure gained
which tempers sorrow and eases pain
My life is made of memories -
I am not burdened carrying keys.