Boxes

Boxes

Boxes everywhere I go
And what's inside them?  Who could know?
Surprises are in store for all
Some may be great, and some quite small

All this a chance to show we care
With happy times to give and share
And yet remember, love won't come
At any price, it has no sum

For things of this world come and go
And all will finally have to know
That happiness is beyond the place
Where pain or joy's seen on a face

The passing years are teaching well
That some may find a way to sell
Their dreams in great, fantastic form
So others may around them swarm

But think with care this Christmastime
With every penny, yen or dime
The money we use is just for show
So easily dropped in fallen snow

And by the lights and shining trees
We might take quietly to our knees
Remembering why the wise kings came
 For all these boxes aren't the same

(c) Simon J. Halliday 2013
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