Beware what's inside gift boxes. --Michelle Liew
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A box, on my patio.
No sender, no note.
A wicked gleam surrounds it---
The look that beckons---
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UNWRAP ME.
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It seemed a blessing.
Inside, dollar notes, bundled up.
A mink cloak, finally, my style!
A crown with rubies---now, why not?
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I flaunted on the street
Cloak billowing, coins jingling.
A mere glance at peasants---
I mean, my neighbours.
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And then---
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My cloak, moth eaten.
Gold? No more.
The crown---iron.
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The townsfolk laughed.
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Their blessing.
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My gifts now, untouched.
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This poem is entirely original. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (4)
Don't set your worth on things, but on people <3
Sometimes, things are always too good to be true. Loved your poem!
Hidden meanings, I will check gifts from now on. Well Done Michelle!!
Always check gifts from unknown sources , excellent work