'Tis a tiny golden key
To a chamber quite unseen....
On a chain next to my heart
I safe keep thus ne'er to part.
If the lock does rust away,
When I check then on the chain
I shall find nought of the key,
Nor the chamber I'd ne'er leave.
There we hide ourselves away
From the hopeless friendless day,
From the misery and strife
That comprises this vain life.
From the proud and hateful throng
That oppresses all life long;
Merciless and cruel and mean,
That spares nought, destroying sweet.
There by the snapping fire bright
Whose warmth cheers and the room lights,
In the mournful melody
The piano murmers sweet...
Fills the room....the music swells....
Our eyes bright with tears do well......
Do we find the solace sought
Or do our tears forever fall?
07OCT10
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: So he gave me the "key" to an imaginary room, telling me about it........and my imagination taking flight with his descriptions drew this......the stanzas addressing "how", "why", and "what"?
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Comments4
brilliantly done just amazing
Thanks...and to think "he" never had anything to say about it.
Depressingly sweet and beautiful...rated it with a ten
Thanks alot. Yeah, you got it.
yaar!!!!!!! u r great!!! nice thought and a beautiful poem too....
Wow! Thank you very much!
Upon my beating heart .. gadzooks & by saint George ma'am .. we all need a refuge and one such as you have underscored here would fit the bill perfectly .. Neville
Aww, you're too sweet! Thank you! ["He" proving himself to be bi-polar, wonder whether that tailored the imaginary room he invented and left me to delineate?]
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