I did’nt realise that I love to write when I was much younger. I dug out my “memory box” today and found many pieces of my writings. Here’s one special one.. I almost forgot ..
What You Hold
You have no idea what you hold in your hand
It was only given to one other person
He didn’t really want it so he gave it back
Now I’m giving it to you
You hold it in the palm of your hand
Do you hold it and cherish it or do you just crush it and laugh
The decision is yours
Weigh the thoughts well
You may realise what it is
Only too late did he know
Now he realises and it’s no longer there
Contemplate well your next move
You could be like him and realise too late
That what it was you held in your hand
Was My heart ..
