The key is worn—Like the past you hold.
A door LEFT open, swaying back and forth.
Move forward, close the PAST behind you.
Slip a key into the hole and lock it.
There is another door—to a future,
waiting for your entrance.
Step through it and take a chance.
Grasp a new chapter of life.
It might be so worth while.
©Linda J. Wolff – www.urbanpoetry2017.com