When I open my eyes in the morning,
Your always there waiting for me to wake up
I slip your chain over my head and you lie on my chest
Like an anchor, a holdfast, to history
Most would think you ugly
Rusted, worn and aged, a long body, round head where my chain goes,
And protruding foot, all that need to be shined
But I think you are beautiful, filled with memories
I like to dream sometimes, when I hold you in my hand
Who might have owned you, what might you have opened
How old are you? Great key?
What amazing thing might you have opened before,
Before the thing you opened was long forgotten and you abandoned,
Orphaned, cast away in the dirt, useless.
But let me rescue you, love you again,
As if you were a priceless jewel, not an old rusting key.