An Empty Wooden Box… a poem




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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