“Sometimes,’ said Pooh, ‘the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” – A.A. Milne
I sat on one drizzly day,
Just looking through a box,
It’s filled with just worthless trinkets,
But to me it means a lot.
This box has remained closed a while,
For no one else to see,
For the treasures hiding inside of there,
Were solely just for me.
I glow when I open it,
And when it’s in my hold,
Because memories are indeed,
Worth more to me than gold.
There’s some photos and some tickets,
Which I know are only paper,
But they’re special times with special people,
And I’ll look at them all later.
I don’t look in here very often,
But every time I do,
I remember, I laugh and cry a little,
Cos reminds me all of you.
The most important thing inside of here,
Is the great big empty space,
So I’ll move on and pick up the pieces,
So new treasures can fill this place.