Memory Box of Past

Consider a box. 
Big, small, cardboard or wrapped.
Whatever that can contain all that had brought joy.
A lost and found that crosses through the past,
even ephemeral memories and moments,
childhood sweethearts, dreams of fame, 
that favorite blanket, the worn out teddy bear,
your first car, the winning goal, 
graduations and achievements,
friends, family and love.

Though for a minute, perhaps hours,
you may find it interesting, nay, fascinating.
Attaching to it for days on, weeks and months,
however, may not be the healthy way,
for the box will hold no future.
It may seem as if your glory had passed,
the best not yet come may be nowhere in sight.

The moment you turn from that box, close it tight,
the little key once plunged deep into the lock
will shine in your hands, written upon it saying, "hope"