Houdini
The great magician smiled
As he stepped into his cell
Unadorned and simply tiled,
He just knew it would end well
His great skills barely tested
The door clanged shut behind him
He quickly got to work
The confidence which defined him
Apparent in his smirk
On his knees, next to the door
He got busy with his pick
Yet time went by and then some more
For the first time in several years
The magician had a doubt
Could this simple lock with so few gears
Keep him from getting out?
Hours later, in despair
He realized he would fail
His reputation left in disrepair
By a simple county jail
Beaten, he collapsed against the door
Feeling the full weight of defeat
But there was a surprise left (just one more)
That brought him leaping to his feet
It had moved slightly (to his shock)
The sly small town cop never turned his key
This story is supposedly true, although
The lesson I take from it is to know
You should never, ever despair
Obstacles, you may come across
Locked doors yielding and unkind
Some are only in our mind.