I Am The Only One With THESE Keys

The first question I would ask,
Of anyone expressing a wish to drive...
Through life without dues to pay.
With only desire in their eyes.
And a request from me to give them my keys,
Is this...
What makes anyone think I will turn over keys,
To something I have earned...
Because the doing of it I have made to look easy?

I've got to witness some sweat with labor done first.
With initiative that has been prioritized.
Life is not a cakewalk...
To choose what frosting to taste to then decide.

'You are not the only one with keys.'

That's true.
But guess what?
I am the only one with THESE keys.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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