The Chest Of Childhood.

Another one from a prompt, I had to write a poem that used the metaphor “The chest of childhood”.


If I could open the chest of childhood

And look back at all my past

Pick it up, keep it, discard it

There would be so much that would change

If only I could

Reach into the past and select

The good, the bad and the ugly

And keep, cherish and discard at wish

But I cannot

The past is a closed book

The chest is securely locked

Made of unbreakable diamond

Time will help no man

Go back again


Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

~ by The Lonely Recluse on January 27, 2013.

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