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AN EMPTY WOODEN BOX
Years ago, I found an empty, wooden box,
And my curiosity was peaked.
What treasures once revealed themselves?
What happiness was reached?
Was it filled with magazines?
Or, better yet, with toys?
Delighted, must have been the eyes
Of little girls and boys.
Perhaps it held the final memories
Of a loved one who had passed.
With this thought running through my mind
Towards heaven were my eyes cast.
Then after a simple little prayer
My attention turned again.
Peering at the little box
Wondering what once was within.
I still have that wooden box
Sitting on a shelf.
From time to time
I bring it down
And wonder to myself.
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A beautiful penned poem.
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Thank you!
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