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Photo © Resa McConaghy

I got an old key

A silver not gold key

A made out of light key

It opens no doors key.

I got a white key

& I’m not afraid,

See, cause it’s such an

Old key

It ‘s a comfort to me.

Give up your new key!

Grab onto

What you see

Open life with

Your old key, &

Step into the light.

I want to be true,

Free, so I use a T-Key

A truth


Tell it like it is

Trite, & if that’s

What you see, then

Please use the key!

 Unlock your mores

No more effin stories

Tomorrow’s the future, &

The future’s the key.

Poem & photo © Resa McConaghy