The Old Cedar Box

               The Old Cedar Box

For many years the old cedar box sit at the foot of the bed
What secret memories it has held for oh so many years

Items left alone and over the decades they were spread
Just a old uniform folded  with care from a yesteryear

Worn proudly during the terrible World War Two
A veteran so proud and full of honor for his service

The man who many years ago I had to bid adieu
He that taught me that small things can precious

Now I as I stand in the shadow of old age
I have come to understand his meanings

We stand in this life for a short time upon a stage
Sometime I can still hear his whisperings

So now I fold my own uniform from my time at war
Neatly laid next to his for someone in the future to find

For many years the old cedar box sit at the foot of the bed
What secret memories it has held for oh so many year

                                                         Edwin J. Smith
                                                     Jack The Old Cowboy Poet
                                                           July 25th 2018

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The Old Cedar Box