Life in Poetry

The Empty Box

I heard a knock.

What surprise could it be?

If I answer the knock,

would it make me happy?

I opened the door

and saw a little package.

Let's wait a little more

before opening the baggage.

And when it's a go,

untie the knotted lines

See what it holds and, oh,

It's a box, is really mine?

I thought harder

but I opened once again.

The wait is over.

It felt like an eternity by then.

It's out of the box

and it makes me feel excited.

Gives me the shocks

that I felt electrocuted.

And to my dismay,

it was a box, little and blank

I was in disarray.

In that very moment, I sank.

Thought harder, longer,

maybe it's isn't all of its content.

A box could be better

if I put inside a little present.

Maybe this is all

the giver could send to me.

Maybe I'll give a call

and ask if he could see me.

And I'll give this

box with a little present inside

Yes, yes, there really is

but I won't tell, guess my mind.

This is all I have

and I can give you wholeheartedly.

Appreciate and love

and with a smile, I'd be truly happy.

I guess giving out

is better rather than just taking.

It is all-in-all about

being content in a life satisfying.

Of course, a box so tiny

helped me realize this huge thought.

The box is even empty

but it provided me what I really sought.

It made me realize

something taught ago, past ages.

Once again, opened my eyes

that big things come in small packages.