Sometimes when we open,
Pandora’s Box of memories,
we find a sad reflection
of ourselves buried within.
A reflection of how we’ve hurt,
someone at sometime,
but most of the time,
it is the mistakes we’ve made,
or debts that are left unpaid,
that come back to haunt us
in their special way.
However, sometimes on opening,
Pandora’s Box of memories,
the good things come pouring out.
The ones that make us smile
and yell hip, hip hooray,
didn’t we have a lovely day.
(9 August 2007)
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pandora-s-box-of-memories/
