Poem for the Day

When my grandfather was very old
to one small room confined
he gave me his big bunch of keys to hold. 

I asked, " Do they unlock every door there is?
And what would I find inside?" 

He answered, "Mysteries and more mysteries.
You can't tell till you've tried."

Then as I swung the heavy ring around
the keys made a chuckling sound. 

Key RIng
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