The lil box

Come my friend..walk
with me
I know the sun is hot
and the day is long
The nights are cold and
lonely, and the road
seems much to long
You go into the city to
feast upon its delights,
and once you've had your
fill you come away empty
Whe you're alone in your
chambers you try to unravel
the mysteries of your own mind
as though it were a toy under
a christmas tree
But what have you found as
you tear the brightly coloured
paper with all its external glitter?
There it was! A little lock box with
a golden key taped to the side..
A small card attached which read:
'Your mind inside.'
Excited, you grab the golden key
and pop open this mysterious box..
You pause for a moment as a frown
falls over your face
Where was your mind?
You feel cheated..
You feel ripped off..
And empty box you cry out?
'Where is my mind you shout
out!?'
For days you remained in your
house refusing to see anyone
Days turned into months, and
then months into years
You became a bitter old man, and
would only drag out your mind box
to see if anything would materialize
Finally when your very old you make
your way to the dusty shelf and take
down your mind box one more time..
You open the little box and just stare at its
emptiness
Overcome with with all your sorrow
and misfortune, you shed a little tear
which falls into the little box
Suddenly the box begins to glow!
You feel a change in your body!
Your wrinkled face begins to feel
smooth
You find yourself back under the
christmas tree again just like when
you first opened the box!
You are young and alive once
again!
All those years searching for your
mind, and yet the golden key would
not reveal her secret until you deposited
a lil tear in the box..
You closed the lil box feeling all warm
inside because you have discovered
that your heart was always the key
to your mind-
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2013

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Comments (27)

SundaySilence
Very clever wake up call.
cafetwo2010
Ty Sunday.. Can you believe I woke up
2:30 in the morning and wrote this? Well,
I don't know.. I'm going back to bed. Lol
SundaySilence
Yes, I can believe that. Some of my best strategies appear upon waking in the middle of the night.
cafetwo2010
Ty Sunday..Well, I hope you didn't walk
out without your bedroom slippers. Wouldn't
want you to step on some crazy bug. Lol.teddybear
trurorob
Grand write Jim and so very true, it is all within ourselves.
Rob
cafetwo2010
Ty rob..A lil story with many points of view heh? Thanks
madtat29
Ill hafta try liking in the box...maybe that's where I left my marbles!confused
madtat29
Looking..haha..must have left my spellchecker in there too...again..good one cafe
cafetwo2010
Ty madtat.. I'll share marbles with you if I
can find them.lol.
beautifulyou
How lovely that the purity of a precious tear would bring such an essential truth.. teddybear

rose
cafetwo2010
Ty beautifulyou..Thank you for that beautiful comment.kiss
shadow1950
excellent Jim the truth is always inside us and you show this well great writeteddybear bouquet
rapturecapture
Hi Cafe

What a wonderful journey...
of self discovery,you bring the reader on.

All that Glistens is not Gold.

A souvenir?.. of the heart and mind, in one lil Box


Very inspiring read, loved your thoughts

Stunning Mind
in my Opinion. angel wave
cafetwo2010
Ty shadow.. Thanks super much..I like that lil box.lol
cafetwo2010
Ty rapture..I feel this little story could turn
into a big story. Thank you for that kind
compliment.
watersandthewild
Rapture is correct Cafe,

You are streets ahead
of everyone my friend.

Ru
cafetwo2010
Ty waterandthewild..Kind words indeed, but I feel myself only
an equal, nothing more.
watersandthewild
Cafe,
There are better writers,
Better technicians
Better overall poems.

But I read for little bits of magic.

And you have that.
In this poem and at least
a couple more.

Ru
poppyred
So incredibly powerful Jim
Luke 7 (Amplified Bible)
38And standing behind Him at His feet weeping, she began to wet His feet with tears; and she wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed His feet and anointed them with the ointment (perfume).
You are a blessing to us all here Jim.teddybear
cafetwo2010
Ty poppy..So happy you like this one dear.
God bless.teddybear
rapturecapture
Hi Cafe

I thought this poem was very special...
It made so much sense to me?...I cried that lil tear?... on the 13th of may 2009
Now how Wonderful are you to know how it feels.
Thank you for the wonderful gift that you share

Your Fan from Ireland Martina xxx
fjamesj9701
Enjoyed this very much. So cool.thank you...Jessebeer
cameal6
we all have that black box of memories, this is a very moving piece,Im glad I read it.
cafetwo2010
Ty cameal..Thank you dear. I think this story can go places.teddybear
cameal6
yes it can and I think it has :o)
cafetwo2010
Ty rapture..Perhaps an empthy for the human condition
makes it rather easy to create a story relating to suffering on many levels.teddybear
cafetwo2010
Ty fjames..Thanks much bro.thumbs up
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