Who Holds the Key…those memories
The key to a better life…
Who holds the key,
the finger off the trigger,
a message that transforms,
words to relent the violence,
the argument that changes a heart,
that makes a soul recount the blessing
of halcyon days, where children played,
and no fears ruled a parents mind,
when weather was sublime,
and even the news gave hope;
who holds that key?
Childhood was nature,
climbing, tracking, bushland wonder,
and catching tadpoles an affirmation of life,
our only strife being late:
home before dark,
and climbing trees and cliffs,
and bloody knees a treat,
for that was childhood, a gift of learning,
and trouble was a fight with the kid next door,
friendship concluded, forever,
and tomorrow was a new day,
with great expectation.
Who holds that key,
the one that made us feel safe at night,
no wars or bombs of religious plight,
and who dares go out at night,
when crime is rife
and doubt just burdens our will,
everything locked, trust down to nil,
and are jobs even secure,
economic uncertainty, a burden still,
as the world turns and clouds gather,
sunshine clear and clean, a childhood memory.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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I guess the key is held in the hearts of those who remember such sweet childhood days. Wonderful verse, Tony, full of phrases that bring back those loving memories. Greatness is always in your work, so glad I know and follow you, dear poet.
Too kind Phyllis, just glad you relate and enjoy my work. take care.