THIS OLD BOX

I opened up this old box,
And out flew all this time.
All the days that turned the clocks
Were buried under dust and grime.
 
To live in the energy straight up ahead
And trying to not look back
Opening the box I remembered all that I said
And the memories were sent on attack
 
Like a flood in the desert
A sponge without water
All the pages I hurt
As the ink filled the blotter
 
I’m filled with a smile
From the pages before
I’m so glad they’re on file
For my memory to adore
 
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