A Broken Key
I was shiny and strong,
The perfect key to fit a lock,
I never did it wrong,
But then I opened an unfamiliar door.

My gold surface corroded,
Wear and rust set in,
The shine of my form eroded,
My former strength and sturdiness worn thin.

Now here I am, so faint and gray,
My role removed, a broken relic of days,
When I could bring joy to those who were so glad,
But that all changed when I opened an unfamiliar door.

I'm a broken key, my body is crooked, my teeth now misaligned,
The door won't budge, no matter how hard I tried.

©Lai Montes