What lies under, in the cellar,
You either know or you don’t know —
You’ll have to admit it, frankly that
By storing something that you may walk across
While wondering about what’s there within
Your best guess is the most you’ll know.
Perhaps something valuable otherwise maybe it’s rubbish,
This old fashioned treasure chest housing
Old broken boxes, a plastic chair
What lies underneath,
Maybe even charity safeguarded for us just in case,
These cases of hope and curiosity.