Memories in a box


One day I found some memories in a box.

It was some old memories.

It was memories from when I was new in the world.

When I didn’t know about the world outside my door.

When the world was mine to discover, and now I have discovered it.

Or have I..?

I got older and went out the door saw new things, and thougt i had seen it all.

But I got a little older and countries came. The world, wars and shame.

I got wisdom with age to share with my friends.

And became aware the differences a person could make with his own hands.

Use them to good and not for bad.

Beacause when your older you want to have a box with as many good memories as you can.

 

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