The Broken Lock

I thought I understood the ancient lock
I have to twist to make the shed secure.
Examining its guts, I tried to block
a stranger from invasion, to ensure
the safety of my stuff. So I took stock
and keyed it closed, with satisfaction more
than merited, my claim too early spoken –
for now it’s openless, and clearly broken.

(Ottava Rima)

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