The Box Poem by James Casey

THE BOX

His box fell open and his rambling words did fall
Upon the bits of paper, were written things for all

Words that were just hidden, somewhere deep inside,
Now come to the surface, nowhere left to hide

There is a meaning for each line,
Search and you shall find it in the rhyme

Please don't rush it, don't be blind.
Read them slowly, and use your mind

He often wonders, how long his poems will last
Someday soon, he knows, death will make the box be clasped;

His words will then be trapped inside once more
Until the box falls and words are scattered on the floor

He always questions, never just rides the tide
It makes him vulnerable to things he kept inside

Forever will he write them, forever will they say
Who wrote the words that fell, from within the Box that day.

Jim 1964