What is life, but a box full of memories
A box of glass, made of dreams and lifelong stories
Each box different, each story unique
Filled with journeys, certainly not for the meek
One’s box will be full of travel and exotic places
Another will be of coffee in cosy spaces
Another’s will be of parties and young ragers
While one will be of watching together your favourite players
A couple in their box walked many a sad moment
Another had only special occasions that smelt fragrant
My box can’t be better then yours, yours to mine
Memories are personal, every body has their moment to shine
No glass is more valuable, or something money can buy
Its looking at the wrong place, you will soon realise with a sigh
Your memory will be yours, it is the best card we got dealt
Don’t fold, play, because like flowers, this life will soon wilt
Then you will only have your box full of memories,
A box made of glass, dreams and lifelong stories