The Keeper.

Do you still wish you were seventeen

With all the room to display

Your mistakes as achievements

And think they will wash away?

Or are you stuck at fifty four

One more step outside the door

Because it didn’t really matter

What you really had to say?

Age is just a number that’s

Tied up by

Memories,

Keep yours safe for a while

In the pocket with your

Keys.

Did someone hear you out loud

When you whispered in my ear,

Or was it you hesitating to speak

Because your mind is still unclear?

You’re not that young anymore,

But you’ll never be this old,

We may never be clever enough to know

That we’re always a bit too bold.

Age is just a number that’s

Tied up by

Memories,

Keep yours safe for a while

In the pocket with your

Keys.

Skeletons are left in the closet
Secrets are kept in a box.
Carefully choose who gets to open
All of your little locks.

Skeletons are kept in the closet
Secrets are dropped in a box.
You choose who gets to undo
All your precious locks.

TheKey.