BOX OF TREASURES.

Saw you off in a minicab today,

You'd made arrangements to

Visit the hairdressers and take

Dirty washing to the laundrette

Along the way,

Gave me some things I had do

like posting a few vip letters by

Early afternoon!

I couldn't help but notice...

A sorrow in your eyes,

Behind a brave disguise,

Trying to hide,

A kind of deep sorrow...

Like You had resigned,

Changes had been made in an

Ignorant style,

Power play's rampant in a...

Corporate climate; with stress

Demonstrating its ugly smile,

And draining has been the fight

To acquire what's right,

Under the weather you've been

For a while!

Nevertheless I still see sorrow

In your eyes,

Outside of your work; it's there

In your home life,

For so long maybe life's been on

A low level,

Pushing faith to the limit seems

Your spirit can't settle,

I pray for the ultimate in the best

For you,

Don't want you to sacrifice any

Happiness or dreams you pursue,

I pray that one-day, one-day soon,

The gods will smile down and say:

'Its your turn for glory, how do you

Do?

This great box of treasures is solely

For you,

Its your turn for praise, your turn to

Wear successful shoes,'

For all that you've given and others

Too,

In life, your love is the living proof,

Up until this day you've done what no

Other could do,

May your path you've chosen now, will

Forever bloom!