The master of making keys.
He could turn them out,
Just as fast as you please.
Then one day a lady,
Entered the store.
“I need a key made.” She said.
“One for my house door.”
So the key master took the key.
His confidence was strong.
He’d done this a million times before.
What could possibly go wrong?
The key was made.
The sale complete.
The key master was sure,
That he couldn’t be beat.
But alas, that key,
It did not fit.
It couldn’t be turned,
Not one little bit.
“I can’t believe it.”
Said the master of keys.
“It’s impossible.”
“It just can’t be.”
The key master was shaken,
Right down to his core.
But he vowed he’d make
The key to unlock that door.
So with grim determination,
He set about his task.
A 2nd key was made,
And he held it up to bask.
A finer key had never been made.
The master’s comeback complete.
The master key maker,
Would not accept defeat.
The legend of the master,
Lives on to this very day.
If a key needs to be made,
The key master will find a way.
Michael D. Schafer
© September 1, 2012
Perhaps something deeper in this poem that I didn't read… Taking it too literally.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane