Key Jangle
Love's prisoner ... |
| with duty's marrow in my bones, |
| which ache to run away. |
| I succeed ... too often, |
| for I am my own jailer |
| and, I carry the keys. |
| A huge ring of keys I carry ... |
| many keys which lock me "in" |
| as well as the "pass-port" key |
| which breaks the rules |
| and sets me free. |
| But, even as I gypsy hike and dance away |
| the jangle of the keys |
| becomes the background music |
| for my play. |
Dallas Beth Williams Gibson