The Empty Basket

Years ago, I bought a basket, Plain, unappealing – Weave already unraveled, I only paid one dollar – I set the basket on the shelf, Separated, secluded – And there it stood, Unbefitting the decor – I filled that basket, With defeated dreams – My lonely heart, My deserted thoughts – I loaded that basket, With yearning love – My unspoken need, My every want – I found myself gazing, Often, in fondness – A beautiful reminder, For somber times – My hands may be empty, My pockets uninhabited – Aloneness taking its toll, Privation draping its veil – The basket stands proud, Holding seeds of intangibility – Unfaltering in its stance, Draped with valor, still – This Christmas I give you, An empty basket – Weave already unraveled, All I could afford was a dollar –