it's the to and the go
and the purr of the liveliness
in heart of the busy city.
It's key of the livelihood,
it's the love that laughs
at the locksmiths,
it's the passion that pulls the sun across the sky,
it's the pain and constrain
of the leaving of the nest,
but it's the key to the rest of your life.
It's the open silver box
in the wintry forest,
it's the moment when the first steps are taken by the babe,
it's the shock of the young schoolboy finding a naughty mag,
it's the heat of the time
when the young ones find love.
It's the nods and the smiles
and the grins on your face,
it's the solving of the riddles
and singing of the songs,
it's the invention of the semicolon,
it's the welcome pursuit in life of pleasure.
Dedicated to Felicia Quinn.
