The ring she wore about her finger
Was but a jailers key
For it bound her to a life of misery
The day she placed it there.
Her freedom taken away
She became the slave
No longer allowed her own thoughts.
To him she must obey
To remove the ring would take great courage
To stand alone but free
But what a life would she have
Without the jailers key.
Life and love are but carrots
Held afar on a stick
Tempting those who dare to dream
To accept the jailers key.
Alison Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-jailer-s-key/
