A box, not just any box
A thing, not really big a thing,
A life , not such a significant life,
Yet important enough to me.
Guess what's in my magic box,
It may tingle, wriggle , or hop.
Dare you take that chance to see,
That which lies inside, a mystery?
Such a gift i was bestowed,
upon a day, not new or old.
To whom shall i say or be thankful to,
Tis one close to my heart, I say.
Does anything last forever?
Can I truly be of use this time?
Yet all this remain but a mystery,
For this magic box I have in my hands
And its here to stay.
Thank you
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