This Box Of Mine Poem by Reginald Goodridge

This Box Of Mine



This box of mine
the one that pays me
gives me bread and a means
allows me to fly and be seen

This box of mine
a long one, wrapped with people
people who say boring
boring, boring, meaningless propositions

This box of mine
I pray to spring free
be elevated, sprung and cought in the coil
to flip in the air, flying, flying, soaring

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