Button Box
By Helen Cary Keyt
Am I old-fashioned?
Well, I think perhaps I am
For right near by
Where my mending’s piled high,
I have a little box.
Its contents are a jumble
Of nothing of much value,
Beads and buttons, hooks and eyes,
Various sizes, colors gay
All together, quite an array
Is this odd assortment of little things
A tumbling out of my button box?
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