I tried to unlock
the door today
I first checked the rubbish—
I wasn’t there,
nor were you,
and nor was the key
The key was with me—
it pleaded,
“Let me in
I want to open the door”
I tried to unlock—
but the lock
was blocked
on the other end
It’s getting rusty—
needs some oiling
There won’t be
any locksmith—
stormy night outside
I’ll bear the brunt—
say some more
clear all your grime,
and listen to me too
so we can clear mine
Singing the song of rust
and repeating the chorus
won’t make it clean
I still admire
the cozy room
behind the door
There won’t be
any locksmith—
together, it must be
cleaned