I am kept in a box,
much too small for my size.
It keeps me well hidden
from the worlds prying eyes.
When I am discovered you smile at the thrill,
like finding in your pocket a forgotten dollar bill.
You think of me fondly, for a moment, a day.
And then you re-pack me, and put me away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem