Little Boy

Little boy,
Which hand shall you hold, which one?

In one, there sits an enticing treat,
In another hides deception and deceit;

This hand holds a bone-white skeleton key,
That one is hollow-- it belongs to me.

Little boy,
Which hand shall you hold? No one.

In none can you find love or security,
In none can you find peace and prosperity;
In none will you notice a palm clean,
In all lie scars, unknown and unseen.

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