There it sits <br />Alone in the corner <br />Dust blown across the lid <br />Untouched, unused <br /> <br />There you sit <br />Alone and board <br />You’ve read your books, played with your dolls <br />But the toy box sits untouched, unused <br /> <br />You walk across the floor <br />Staring at the box <br />You kneel there before it; brush the dust off the top <br />And open it, now touched, now used <br /> <br />All the wonderful toys, never been played with, <br />Never been used <br />You wonder why <br />Everything inside brand-new <br /> <br />The world is like that box <br />Full of wonderful things, but people just walk right by <br />Untouched, unused <br />Waiting for the right person to open it up.<br /><br />Tsunami HiroshiSu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-toy-box/
