Cardboard Box

I use to sit in that window
in the late winter afternoon
watching the falling snow

The snow is falling now
Falling to the ground below
Down to where the children play
And the older people sit
Watching the world go by
Parents are close by now
Watching their children closely.

I do not sit in that window now
I sit in an old cardboard box
Just outside of town
I know that all was lost
When i left all my troubles
In the old liquor bottles

Now I have nothing
Except an old cardboard box.

Poem by harmonysabuse

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