When into this life we are born, in our hands are keys.
Keys of silver, bronze and gold, that we use at need.
Keys of friendship, keys of family,
Keys for those special friends.

 The keys of gold are the most rare, and the fewest that we have,
They unlock our heart totally, and lay our secrets bare.
To give these out without caution, is something not to be done,
For these keys cannot be recalled with  impunity.

 To some special people in our life, these keys are given out,
But when the supply begins to fade, we must strive to recreate them.
Yet with each "recreation" the keys are less shiny, less graceful, less beautiful.
They begin to crack, and fade as each new one is made.

 If you make to many keys, soon one shall break,
And remain in your heart forever logged.
Never to be turned, locking your heart from the world.
Those whom you have given keys, shall find their keys worthless,
For the broken key lieth within your heart forever, blocking all.

Jason