Wednesday, March 26, 2008

treasure

this treasure I cannot keep safe
and stored, there is no box
that can contain a handshake
or a kiss from a dear friend;
it's so fragile that it can crumble
under the high pressure of time
or lack of time - it hurts it either way,
to save this treasure one can write
and share the main events of a good day.
(the current deposit in the treasure bank
is that Frank came to visit yesterday).

1 comment:

Maria Verivaki said...

I classify days as 'good' and 'bad'; sometimes i have good days (yesterday was a good one because I wasn't disturbed by many intrusions), and sometimes they are bad days (today was a bad one because i cooked pizza like i do every week and no one wanted to eat it)