Climbing to the attic

An old box stashed away

Memories of yesteryear

Never living for today


Hands shaking in the gloom

One breath, and almost out of fight

He'd gone so far down the staircase of life, he'd spiralled out of sight


As the box creaked open

Planting a seed in the garden of hope

His life would change from shades of grey, to a beautiful kaleidoscope


I know your story well my friend

The tears and pain untold

You're a hero of mine, I wish you well, as the rest of your life unfolds

Very nice poem

Nice, Joe...

Beautiful.

Nice

Beautiful

Wow! Nice, Joe!!

Beautiful words