SAFE AND SOUND
My bank went belly-up it seems,
Along with my financial dreams.
Its staff, appeasing to a fault,
Bequeathed to me an ancient vault, Unopened, sealed, its lot unknown,
Perhaps revealed to one Capone?
I spend a week in deep frustration,
My sledge I ply without cessation.
And then, by light of day at last,
I forge connnections with the past.
I reach inside, and with a start,
I'm privy to a yellowed chart,
I read with much anticipation
Its content: yep, the COMBINATION!