My Silver Box Poem by Neil Stewart McLeod

My Silver Box

Rating: 5.0


I have a little silver box,
And in its private hold
I store a thousand memories
And secrets never told.
The lid is seldom lifted,
And not when there's a chance
For any other person
To even take a glance.

I may not tell its content,
I can't reveal its gold,
The tales are not for others
Not even when I'm old.
Certain of my memories
Will fade away and dim,
But not those that are guarded,
Lying safe within.

For there inside the confines
Is a poet's precious mound,
Delights and pleasures, passions' flings
There guarded may be found.
The value of their keeping
Could be more if they were shared.
How this heart hankers for a soul
With whom they can be bared.

I still protect those fragments,
And lovely as they are
The treasures that now fill my mind
Are lovelier by far.
I have a wife and family,
The children I adore
Which reduce to just a shadow
The memories that I store.

I have a little silver box
It used to really shine
Because I'd open up the lid
And look in all the time
But now the luster's vanished
With the tarnish of an age
And if I tell what's neath the lid
Folks say it sounds so sage.

I still keep my silver box
It's somewhere on my shelves,
The host of precious memories
Still lie there by themselves.
I hardly ever lift the lid
And look in any more,
But when I do my treasures gleam
Just as they did before.

My Silver Box
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: memories,secrets
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Some precious secrets are not for telling
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 11 July 2018

Neil, such a brilliant poem...10++++

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