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.
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