Memory Box

This box is nothing special It's four sides,bottom and top Inside it holds my memories Far richer than this box My life, my family and my kids My triumphs and mistakes they are mine and mine alone To ponder when I like I add to it with tender care Those memories I may forget When my days are numbered And my memory has left I share it with no one They may not understand When I hold a torn picture So gently in my hand So when I die you may look At my treasures held inside And you may then realize That memories never die.