Brown and weathered
Beaten by time
Empty Soul
This box of mine
Filled with nothing
but sentiment
I travel in time
Back to what it meant
A friend now long gone
but put there by fate
the soul that gave it
cried for a mate
Used when I got it
and life was amiss
of all that I have
it's my favorite gift
I keep it in sight
my little treasure
just to remind me
of life's little pleasures
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is lovely, Angelique. Excellent rhyme and meter, flowing with emotions. Very well done. Love, CJ