06/05/2024
The Gambling Box:
A poem by ©Per Møller Jensen.
You old gaming box with the bell-clean sound
For me, you are a fairy tale about what once was,
and the imagination and paradise lost of childhood,
where the days faded carefreely, in true childish fashion.
You played by my little bed when the day's play was over,
and the child's evening prayer was sent to the stars of heaven,
yours was the last note that went into the ear in,
Before sleep lovingly embraced, my weary child's mind.
