Boxes With Lids - Poem by Dan Brown
A toybox; to be opened
and emptied by an excitable child.
A box of biscuits; stale and crumbling
from Granny’s visit last Christmas.
A present; a gift, ready to be unwrapped,
and shortly returned.
Butter; white, and creamy,
melting in the mouth.
A gameshow; contestants in a circle,
opening boxes to cheers.
A coffin; home to something dead,
killed by coldness.
A heart, with lid now sealed;
learning from your plundering.
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