Took it all to my grave.

Often I sat
when I was a little boy,
Faces in pain and anguish.
I had my box of chocolates.
And I wondered,
If I should share some;
and see them smile.



I wondered, 
never did share.
It was mine alone.
They had to wait for theirs.


I wondered again.
A teenager with a smile on his lips,.
I saw the same people,
burying their head in shame,
with tears in their eyes.
and I wondered,
If I should share some; 
and see them smile.


I wondered,
never did share.
It was mine alone.
They had to wait for theirs.


Years later,
I wondered again.
An old man with graying wisdom.
At the wake of a dear friend.
I saw the same people,
choking, coughing.
Looking at his picture,
their grief unbound,
and I wondered,
If I should share some,
and wipe their tears.


I wondered.
never did share.

It was mine alone.

They had to wait for theirs.

I wondered.

never did share.

Till I was resting in my grave.


For always I knew, 
The chocolates, the smile and the wisdom.
It was mine alone.
Bitter, fake and misleading;
though the three maybe.
Never did share.
It was mine alone.