The Box Poem by Steve Howard
The Box
In a box I placed my brain,
through seasons wax and seasons wane,
away from harm 'twas safely lain.
No work to do, no wheel to spin,
no die to cast, no lose or win. There I neatly stored some
things,
some plans and schemes,
some hopes and dreams.
I muse about it now and then,
with a shake of the head,
and a wistful grin.
For things night be,
what might have been,
if I could find that box again.
Thank you again for your kind words and generous remarks Kumarmani Mahakul.
Some plans and dreams associate with human life. There is hope to find the box again. We do not think that troubles should come in life. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thanks for your kind and insightful comments Kumarmani Mahakul