It was a small, grey box, <br />seldom noticed, <br />with a little silver key. <br /> <br />There was glitter <br />on the outside, <br />very festive, <br /> <br />not too much. <br />It didn't tell you, <br />you'd never guess, <br /> <br />well unless <br />you studied hard, <br />it was a very private box. <br /> <br />All he'd noticed <br />was the glitter. <br />Such a feminine box, <br /> <br />a decorative piece, <br />maybe a jewel box, <br />maybe not? <br /> <br />He'd picked it up <br />once or twice, <br />tried turning its key <br /> <br />but the key was stuck. <br />It was locked <br />tight shut. <br /> <br />Then one summer night, <br />while searching for <br />treasure <br /> <br />he stumbled upon it <br />and being lucky <br />turned the key <br /> <br />Magically, it opened <br />and out sprang <br />a heart, <br /> <br />pulsating with joy <br />to be found at last. <br />It clung to him <br /> <br />that turned the key, <br />never, no never <br />to set him free. <br /> <br />Such a needy heart <br />who'd been locked away <br />in a small grey box <br /> <br />from the light of day<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-small-grey-box/
