He had a ring of wishing keys.
He used them as his rosary.

They opened up his many dreams —
this man so full of might-have-beens.
So many things had been denied him.

A key to his palace —
a key to fame —
a key to the woman never bearing his name —
a key to good friends —
a key to much wealth —
a key to maintaining a life of good health.

With dreams he died, quite young, in poverty
and left his keys to his posterity.

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