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
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8/6/2026 2:54:53 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
This is lovely, Angelique. Excellent rhyme and meter, flowing with emotions. Very well done. Love, CJ