Red toolbox
Some still now
remember when
years ago
it there stood
red enamel
with handles of chrome
a polished top
of finest wood
with drawers so large
with tools filled
most carefully cleaned
and put away
wrenches of chrome
both tiny and large
some modified
for particular jobs
and bars of brass
most carefully shaped
that they did use
in most curious ways
and how they did tell
tales of old
in jobs they done
over so many years
but now it’s gone
just memories remain
of the red toolbox
now they’re gone away
Copyright © William Kofoed | Year Posted 2024
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