THE VALENTINE BOX

Valentine’s Day has come and gone
And I didn’t get but two.
But I can tell a story of other days
When there were only just a few.

The box was made by all of us
With paper, paint and glue.
Then it was set upon a table
And looked at for a day or two.

As it filled with those pretty cards
That we had worked to sign
We each wondered who would say
Please Be My Valentine.

Then came the day we all awaited
But the one I hated to see.
But maybe this year, I told myself,
It would be different for me.

One of us was chosen
To be the mailman of the day.
To reach in the box
And come out with a name to say.

Oh, my .. How I waited
For my name to be the one.
And waited, and waited, and waited
Until the calling was done.

Oh, I can’t say that I got none at all
But it might as well have been.
Others went home with many,
I always had less than ten.

Laughing on the outside;
Crying on the inside;
Pretending not to care
But wishing that I’d died.

You know, those that got the most
Are the ones who have died
Although I get no more than two
I no longer cry inside.

jhs