The fire of the gossip turned his life into ash.
He lived with his-tragedy for a long time,
until the pardons abandoned his heart 

and the solitude turned him into a stone.
In order not to die from starvation 

he started to make keys
so people could enter their homes, and keep their vanity
locked in.
But he didn’t want a key to his own door
He always kept thinking that if he sticks
the key in the keyhole, 

he might remove someone’s prying eye.