How would it be if we put our worries
Into a box with lock and key
Just keep it there as long as needed
It would work perfectly, I think, for me.
We don't have to fret about them
For they are secure under the lid
No one will ever know they are there
They are hidden now instead.
Each time there is a new one
The box is opened once more
We pop it right inside then
For we never know what's in store.
We may actually keep it virtual
For that is up to us
Or design a plain or fancy box
And make an enormous fuss.
Once in a while we can open the lid
Go through them one by one
Toss the ones that no longer matter
Those worries will finally be done.
Since these burdens are part of life
When you shake this box you'll hear
A worry or more always inside it
But you have nothing now to fear!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem