.the key.

~Dear Stranger,

I found the key you hid behind 

the old mirror in my room.

Many years have gone since you left it,

For what reasons?  I have no clue.

I tried the locks on every door

and even the gate outside.

But none of them would open

no matter how I tried.

Perhaps to a treasure chest,

Somewhere buried in the lawn?

Or sunken deep in an ocean,

now a home for fish and prawn?

Will it unlock the door to a castle,

in a land far, far away?

Or will it free a guilty man 

whose life had gone astray?

Now wait!  Look here!

What is this upon the floor?

A note left for me to read?

How'd I not see it there before?

A letter somehow overlooked

fell from behind the looking glass.

A note for me, a stranger,

with a message from the past.

It reads:

~Dear Stranger. . . 

You have found the key I hid behind 

this old mirror in my room.

It is not a key to greater wealth

nor is it one that saves from doom. 

It is simply just a reminder,

to anyone, great or small, 

that the key to one's own happiness

is in the reflection on the wall.

(a poem by yours truly)