Old keys in my hand, rusty and worn,
Memories linger of times long gone.
They fit no locks, they open no more,
Yet I keep them, as treasures to store.

But new doors stand tall, waiting ahead,
With promises fresh, and paths to tread.
Old keys can't turn them, can't make them swing,
For new beginnings, new keys we bring.

So let the past rest, its chapter complete,
New keys in hand, with hopes that beat.
For every door closed, another will rise,
With dreams unknown and endless skies.