I shoved that brown box in the back of my closet

Fading slowly from sight

It was a century in a box full of life's deposit

The photographs showing the pasts light

The successes inside and equal turmoils lay opposite

All lay in the box, casting shadows upon my sight

Collecting the dust which prevailed from the air all composite

And in crept the night

With nothing moving or in flight

Until morning came bringing the new

And what was behind no one knew