With life we wander at times it seems. <br />Gathering cards and photos and memories of dreams. <br />In order they’re put, and tucked away in a box of things. <br /> <br />Life moves silently along as we move about. <br />Subconsciously taking the easy route. <br /> <br />Stepping from life to life, thoughts and dreams, <br />collecting more to place in our box of things. <br /> <br />The photos of old, the letters of past, <br />the shadows and skeletons to the box we cast. <br /> <br />The hats, the dresses, the pins and rings. <br />Slowly growing in size this box of things. <br /> <br />Taking different colors, patterns and shapes, it grows… <br />The forever un-ageing emotion it holds. <br /> <br />Then just about the time it’s forgotten, it beckons… <br />We pull it out for the day of reckon. <br /> <br />One by one, piece by piece, <br />happy, regretful, sadness, grief. <br /> <br />Rushing out, no warning, emotional stings. <br />The cover we place back over our box of things… <br /> <br /> <br />September 19,1994<br /><br />Jeffrey A. Swim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boxes-of-things/
