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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 02, 2018

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Submitted: September 02, 2018



When I was a child,

In a simpler time,

I had a wood chest

Filled with toys

and filled with games.

It's been over ten years.

That wooden box, you see,

Its remains still linger,

But in a different place.

Its contents have changed,

And at a cornered age of nineteen,

The wooden box no longer mine.

My family keeps it outside now

Stuffed with winter apparel:

Coats, hats, scarves, gloves.

And oh, how cold it gets

When I venture outside

Looking for a warmth

In a box from another time,

When I would sail vast seas

And conquer evil fortresses.

Like those winter clothes,

The seas left permanent chills

And the evils never got conquered.

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