Simply Six Minutes


Like an old padlock, rusty and dirty from disuse, my heart hangs about useless in a body that used to be as vibrant and new like the shiny steel fence. The fence it locked had put up with a lot of use and remained steady and strong for seventy years. It endured and provided protection its entire life. The lock was added when the fence was cut and a gate installed. Only one person had a key to the lock and after his time was up the lock was never opened again. So here it sits, worn, encasing new life and possibly a new key will come to open it and it will live again.

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