Monday, June 10, 2024

Poem: The Treasure Box

Open not the Treasure Box

Questions, Inquiries and Demands will go nowhere 

No Crowbar will pop the Lid.


Inside, no Treasure will you find

No Gold, Jewels or Art.

Nothing with Desire for Judging Eyes 


And Judging those Eyes will be 

Disappointment at the Truth.

Such is a Foregone Conclusion.


To those Eyes, only Garbage lay within.

Only Trash held by this Treasure Box 

The Toys of babies

The Scribbling of Children


Thus the Treasure Box remains closed.

Rather obscured eternally 

A shield from Storms with Opinions 


No key will anyone find.

Buried where none can reach.

Thus eternally closed

So is this Treasure Box.

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