The Puzzle Box (A Mystery) Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

The Puzzle Box is there to see
A roundish thing most certainly
For it contains the truth as well as falsehoods, also.
Believers, accept that which they want to know.

But the box is older yet
Than those who often fret
Seeking answers that will reveal
The future and mysteries (they may conceal.)

For those who speak with such authority
Are no more capable than the majority
In forecasting the future and the box's fate
That will surely come in some far off date.

The box grows warm from who knows what
Perhaps it's due to man's actions about
Or maybe it's just a timely change
That comes when tectonic plates rearrange.

Regardless, what the seer's see
Is meaningless, as it is a mystery
Not to be revealed until history records
That man passed this way, untoward.

So much for global warming being manmade.

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