Cracking cedar
bound with tarnished
metal
bands
worn with time
and soft caress
by loving hands
This old box
is my reward
This old box
is a storied horde
Inside
in careless stacks
reside
the currency of life
Memory.
Each jewel
of precious pain
embedded in a
golden chain
of hope
seem contained
in...
this old box.
A contest entry
- An Old Box by azure85.
700 points, ended June 27, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is just lovely, as life unfolds through your vision of the treasures within the old box. Thank you so much!



