Grey Thoughts

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Treasure Box

Upon worn wooden shelf

A pewter box, shut tight

Containing hopes and dreams

Now dimming, but once bright


Unrealized, put away

My reach exceeding grasp

Though sometimes I reflect

Unlock the rusted hasp


And feel what might have been

Of treasures lost to time

And yet, they’re with me still

Though small and sparse, they’re mine


And viewed, replaced within

Lid closed, box put away

Until said memories warm

My heart, another day


By Mike Turner

From: United States

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