The trip to the shops
Was as interesting as buying socks
Then I saw it like it was
My rite of passage
The treasure chest
A strong wooden box
The storage of all things special
With a unique lock
My very own pandora's realm
That would contain all those secrets
No one could touch
Or look to what it contains
In went some photographs
Of my family
Pictures of our very first snow
And sand collected of the land I used to know
Poems not meant to be seen
And letters that meant a lot to me
In went my wedding gold
Souvenirs I wanted to keep
The fire breathing dragon light
I used to sleep with under my pillow
My first ever hand held game
Things that remind me of the good old days
That rare coin
No longer in use anymore
And the birthday card
I didn't expect to receive
Then I inked down memories
I never wanted to forget
Family traditions
And my favourite tales
Dreams that changed overtime
And the adventure they entailed
This time capsule
To reveal and visit back in the future
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
The trip to the shops
Was as interesting as buying socks
Then I saw it like it was
My rite of passage
The treasure chest
A strong wooden box
The storage of all things special
With a unique lock
My very own pandora's realm
That would contain all those secrets
No one could touch
Or look to what it contains
In went some photographs
Of my family
Pictures of our very first snow
And sand collected of the land I used to know
Poems not meant to be seen
And letters that meant a lot to me
In went my wedding gold
Souvenirs I wanted to keep
The fire breathing dragon light
I used to sleep with under my pillow
My first ever hand held game
Things that remind me of the good old days
That rare coin
No longer in use anymore
And the birthday card
I didn't expect to receive
Then I inked down memories
I never wanted to forget
Family traditions
And my favourite tales
Dreams that changed overtime
And the adventure they entailed
This time capsule
To reveal and visit back in the future
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