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-
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
poppyredsydney, New South Wales AustraliaMar 19, 2013
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.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAMar 19, 2013
Ty poppy..So happy you like this one dear. God bless.
rapturecapturekerry, Kerry IrelandApr 15, 2013
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
Comments (27)
2:30 in the morning and wrote this? Well,
I don't know.. I'm going back to bed. Lol
out without your bedroom slippers. Wouldn't
want you to step on some crazy bug. Lol.
Rob
can find them.lol.
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.
into a big story. Thank you for that kind
compliment.
You are streets ahead
of everyone my friend.
Ru
an equal, nothing more.
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
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.
God bless.
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
makes it rather easy to create a story relating to suffering on many levels.