Freyed sleeves, mismatched buttons Aromas of old tobacco, so many visions like an old silent film Grandpa's pride and joy, back in his day Left and right turning slowly checking out my reflection My hands I run down the rough, thick, heavy old coat Pockets deep, one contains an old round button, the other, to my surprise contains a key A brass, thick heavy key attached a string holding a tag, "key to the worlds greatest creation, look and you will see, treasure of life awaits thee" Excited, nervous, searching, wondering. Hands tremble, slowly I insert the brass heavy key, the lock opens The old chest, that's it, it's the key to the old chest. Treasure, maybe Me, my reflection, I see a mirror Puzzled, disappointed I laugh greatest creation, treasure -nothing Unfinished melissapoetrylpls