19 November 2012
Old wooden box,
With an old golden lock,
Old golden hinges,
A dust laden clock,
Lies on the lid,
Old golden gears,
Ticking away,
But no one hears,
No one to see,
It's intricate design,
It lies there undisturbed,
For the rest of time,
No one knows,
What's inside,
No one knows,
What the box hides,
Could be a secret,
Could be a dream,
Though a box cannot hide,
Something so obscene.
Old Wooden Box • Opuss № I