It was there on the wall, <br />a suggestion box, <br />painted white <br />as if to symbolize <br />purity or honesty. <br /> <br />He watched others <br />write on slips of paper <br />their suggestions <br />and then push them through <br />the thin slit at the top. <br /> <br />It gave some <br />a sense of satisfaction, <br />a small smile appeared, <br />a feeling of awkwardness in some, <br />maybe they thought <br />the suggestion dumb <br />or maybe they’d put in <br />a series of four letter words <br />to convey annoyance or grudge. <br /> <br />He didn’t write himself, <br />didn’t want to waste his time <br />with words that wouldn’t change a thing, <br />knowing that maybe when <br />the box was emptied <br />it was cast into the refuse bin <br />without an eye scanning <br />a single word or set alight <br />and left to burn. <br /> <br />He watched as others <br />put in their slips of paper <br />hoping for a change <br />or great improvement: <br />he chose no comment.<br /><br />Terry Collett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suggestion-box/
