The Box Poem by Angelique Wright

The Box



Brown and weathered
Beaten by time
Empty Soul
This box of mine

Filled with nothing
but sentiment
I travel in time
Back to what it meant

A friend now long gone
but put there by fate
the soul that gave it
cried for a mate

Used when I got it
and life was amiss
of all that I have
it's my favorite gift

I keep it in sight
my little treasure
just to remind me
of life's little pleasures

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cj Heck 10 April 2007

This is lovely, Angelique. Excellent rhyme and meter, flowing with emotions. Very well done. Love, CJ

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