Stephen (Steve) Howard
The Box - Poem by Stephen (Steve) Howard
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
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.
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