My Box of Words

Penny Wilson Writes

My box of words 
is hoarded 
selfishly. 

Choosing and stockpiling 
each one 
carefully. 

I take inventory. 

I tuck them away 
in my little treasure box 
lined with memories 
tears 
and laughter. 

Yesterday's words 
are tinged 
aging and gnarled 
the edges curling. 

Today's words 
fat 
filled with promise. 

Choosing the right ones 
is a challenging 
feat 
not always accomplished 
with elegance. 

Copyright (C) Penny Wilson

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