Poetry or Whatever

~ Shoebox Curiosity ~

as a pack up boxes in preparation to move, I see and old shoebox sitting all alone, it feels as though it calls to me and I can't help but wonder what's inside, could it be full of old knickknacks? or maybe it's filled with toys or collectables? or perhaps an old pair of shoes I don't remember buying. my curiosity got the best of me and I decided to see what was inside, I pulled the box from the shelf and slowly pulled back the lid, inside was something I hadn't even considered, the shoebox with its enticing nature stood, empty, I slid the box back onto the shelf leaving it behind, no longer empty but full of hope that the next person will fill it with wonderful things.