The poor locksmith who makes <br />master keys very skilfully <br />on a street corner <br />under a shady tree. <br />Different characters visit him <br />for urgent matters <br />offer him a small note <br />praise his work <br />and run away. <br />The poor man's shack is unlocked <br />nothing remained except a rickety bench <br />and few rusty padlocks. <br />His beloved wife left him a long time ago <br />and rest in peace a nearby graveyard. <br />His well-to-do children forgotten the domicile. <br />I am sure that one day he makes a master key <br />to open the door to heaven.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/master-key/
