BOX

What’s in a box?

Is there a chance that this small box

I have here is the key to my future,

that I will need nothing more in my life ever again?

No job juggling numbers of paying bills

and skimping for food.

No dreams of holidays or getting a car.

All I need is here in my box,

8 by 6inch of cardboard one inch deep.

I open it and find this pad here with this pen.

I do this poem, the poem that will change my future for ever.

What’s in your box?

Credit cards, God, jewellery or other riches?

Open it and find out.

I have the key to my future right here,

out of my box—a book and a pen, nothing more.