A sheathed book
An untold story
Is unwinding
I stood there with a casket treasured by me
Filled with gold
Worth, loyalty, love and compassion
And I had been standing there for years
Waiting for someone to finally accept it
A boy who walked by me daily
Asked me once
What I sheathed in the casket I hold
I hesitated
But slowly opened the casket
And his eyes sparkled
He smiled at me and rubbed my back
I handed the casket foolishly
Years later I still stand here
Now with an empty casket
Looking for the boy
Who took away all that I had treasured
Of me, for me.
