The locksmith sits on the roadside
with his wares

A tilted black umbrella blocks
the sun’s glare

A mountain of master keys
heaped on the ground

Some dull, some old
Some rusty, some gold

Roadside Locksmith [Illustration by Shinod AP]
Roadside Locksmith [Illustration by Shinod AP]

The locksmith has the answer
to every locked door
That can’t be opened because
the key’s not there

And if you have a key that is
lonely and lost

Don’t worry, don’t fret
Don’t be sad, don’t despair

He’ll find a friendly lock
to complete the pair!

87 words | 1 minutes
Readability: Grade 8 (13-14 year old children)
Based on Flesch–Kincaid readability scores

Filed under: poems
Tags: #locksmith

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