The Key

When but a child

One time I spied

Through a keyhole

On the other side a mirror

Reflecting but an eye

I startled, as it opened wide

At first I couldn’t recognize myself

And then considered why

There’s more to me then meets the eye

When looking through a narrow die

Then something said inside of me

Into this hole insert the key

Unlock the door and then you’ll see

Open the door and set me free

Sometimes I think upon that day

Of what I learned and how I may express in terms

The Golden Key

I found in shapes of empathy

The tumblers are no mystery

The teeth are as you know to be

The good, the kind, your hopes, and dreams

See others as you would be seen

Unlock the door

Open your mind

To broader views

And Self you’ll find