A Bunch of Keys

I have a box of keys.

I don't know what they're for.

Some might fit a padlock.

Some might fit a door.

Some might fit a window.

I'm really not that sure.

It's time to sort them out.

Time to investigate

One might fit the woodshed,

Or maybe the garden gate,

The letterbox no longer used.

The clock that's running late.

Maybe the key to posterity.

The key that brings world peace.

The key to understanding,

Why wars will never cease.

The answer like a jigsaw,

That has a missing piece.

But that is just a fantasy,

The keys in this old tin.

Most of which will never fit,

They'll end up in the bin.

Will never unlock answers,

To the truth that lies within.

The tin of keys, still in the drawer.

None were thrown away.

Keys unlock and keys releases.

Open doors along the way.

So I'll keep them all just incase

I'll find that key one day.