The boxes sit
Unopened
Or if opened
Still packed
Their contents hidden away
As they have for years now
And I have to wonder
Why I still keep them
Why I have kept them
Dragging them from place to place
And leaving them closed
With few exceptions
One or two things dragged out into the light of day
And the rest tucked away again
Such that I do not remember anymore what is in them
What a fool I am
To labor so
Working to no end
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