In My Room

There are a lot of things
in my room.
There is no rubbish,
dust, or gloom.

There are heaps of coins
and rare things too,
like mysterious things
from Timbuktu. 

Rare stones, seashells,
tiaras, and gold.
They are so precious;
I will never get them sold. 

The room is protected by
metal and glass
that is unbreakable and
will ever last. 

But I can't get into my room,
even if I seize.
That's because I forgot where
I put my keys.  


-- by Gloson Teh