Thousandth Key

A wooden door, a stubborn door,
The door was sturdy to it’s core
a thousand keys littered the floor
where to a man would flee

This one has to work, he thought
but one try later, it would not
two tries, he had become distraught
For it’s the thousandth key

The others looked at him and snickered
“It’s not going to work!” they bickered
The light above the room had flickered
Above the thousandth key

The frantic man pounded the door
his fists were shaken to the core
and what would clatter to the floor
but the thousandth key

The four men at the table brayed,
whipped their heads back, drank away
the man collapsed where he would stay
for an eternity

Soon he’d drink without a care
Just like the others that were there
All forever unaware
about the key under the stairs
the key that would unlock the door
Above the stairs, above the floor,
but they had given up, the four
“There’s only a thousand keys”