Remember <br />Don't forget <br />Where one hurts <br />all cry.... <br />And the pain <br />we push aside.... <br />In the end <br /> <br />We turn the key <br />in time <br />and don't always <br />Know what will <br />be found <br /> <br />Yet the doors <br />are pathways <br />forged... <br />As time circles <br />Back: attending <br />to what was... <br /> <br />For Key: a person <br />and every door: a life.... <br />Every moment <br />will be precious <br />in another's eyes <br /> <br />so that glow <br />we hold so tight to... <br />the glimmer... <br />that smile... <br />Is best when forged <br />in secret: to catch us <br />When we Follow<br /><br />Lillian B. Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ringing-keys-2007/
