I used to be a man of many keys
Too many to fit in just one pocket.
I must look out that not a single one is ever lost.

When I walked around with all my keys
My pants would fall down to my knee,
My stride got slow and heavy.
There was a key rattle all around me
That scared the birds and
Turned my friends my enemy.

I was chained to a key chain
My love did not complain,
but she could not hug me
The keys in my pockets caused her pain.

One day I had to add a key to my collection
So I can open just another door
But when I got to that location
I was confused which key to use.

I stood there for some time,
Trying one key after another.
But there were too many to try them all,
and I had to run, to open yet another door.
I got frustrated, I got disturbed,
This one last key I could not use.
I threw the bundle on the floor,
And ran away from that last door.

I am now a man of just few keys
My pants stay on, my stride is light.
I know which key will fit which door
I know which door I wish to explore.