Oh Little Pot

oh little pot, little pot please do tell me what i'm not tell me, tell me whatsyagot may be, may be it's a lot you may hold secrets 'n stories tales of lotsa ancient glories made by native hands of clay not sired but fired that way on outside a bright colored glaze you come in all sorts shapes 'n sizes inside i think there are surprises close the lid and go within to the place nobody's been it's so dark a place inside no place to live, just to hide or is it true they're all the same with no light blank and plain find another pot and go in without sight, new worlds begin oh little pot, little pot please do tell me i'm not a lot Written 6/1/20