Hope Chest by:me

There's a box upon my dresser
I'd say it's rather small.
Of all its one time contents,
There's almost nothing left at all.

That box is very old,
Much older than you or I.
Yet its treasure is as new,
As the light of morning sky.

It's up there on my dresser,
Just up there gath'ring dust.
I don't dare take a peak,
All I can do is trust.

For long ago, and far away,
A woman did just that.
And just as you have heard it said,
Curiosity killed the cat.

Yes, it is that famous box,
Notorious you might say.
The box in which all evils
Once were safely locked away.

That woman was Pandora,
Who, in her curiosity,
Opened the box and let escape
All evils of history.

But the box holds one last treasure,
A present from above,
To help us cope, there's one last hope,
And that treasure we call Love.

The box has told a tale of pain,
Of the evils in man's past.
But it brings a gift for the future,
A gift of ever - last.

And so you see, Pandora,
Naive as she could be,
Has given us a future
Amidst reality.