Title : Grandfather�s retention In the darkest night, in the saddest sight, under the silver moon light, upon the lonely hill, there awaits master�s treasure, unforgettable treasure to be discover, many pass and go for centuries, yet only the unintentional ones gets a glance, for they�ve been troubling the unmatched tools, even though the right key is within their reach, the key might be a painful one, and the lock might be an ancient one, the experience might be unpleasant, the answer might be worthless, but under the right moment, using the right key, opening the right lock, answering the right riddle, will open a world so colorful and so wonderful, and so delightful, such that one will never again forget the treasure�s power, such that one will never again underestimate the treasure�s worth, and never again be sad. (Oh boy I haven't wrote a good poem for a long time now.) (I like this one, I just hope it not too simple, nor too deep for others to understand)