it holds
my dearest things
treasures new and old
my memories
the box tattered and old
even though it's broken so
no amount of money
no amount of gold
can compare to the worth
this box holds
even though it's small
it has endured
moments
painful
bitter
and moments
sweet
serene
from these moments
these memories
the box is scarred
for that box is cherished
for this no one can buy
a box showered
in tears
showered in love
when others ask about this box
I simply say
in this box
memories are contained
this box is a treasure that cannot
be bought
or borrowed
some respond with
but it's just a box
I say otherwise
but who knows
maybe it's just a
box tattered and old