Copyright 1998 -- Robert Baer Jr

A poem -- "The Box"


The Box

I had a box that sat on a shelf
With nothing around it, all by itself
Didn't remember what was within
"But I'll soon find out", I thought with a grin!

So I retrieved the box, it seemed rather light
So I tore it open with all of my might
The "treasure" inside didn't look all that great
"Is this all there is?  What a strange little crate!"

I emptied the contents and the box I did toss
As I stood there all puzzled, I was at a loss
"Why did I save this?  Why is it here?"
"What's so special about it?" I said with a tear

"I don't need to keep this, I'll throw it away"
"Then off to the dump, where it'll rot and decay"
"Why did I keep this?  it does me no good"
"So I'll tear it up, I know that I should"

But somehow I stopped, I don't really know why
Instead of ripping and tearing, I started to cry
Maybe it was because of that one last look
At all those wedding day pictures found in that book

So I found that old box that I threw on the floor
Placed the book back inside it, as I had before
Closed the box back up and sealed it airtight
And returned it back to the shelf,  out of sight

Written and submitted by

Robert Baer Jr
The Computer Dinosaur