I've always been the sentimental kind,
I can never let go of the things I find,
Photographs kept in a great big box,
Even those comfy old pair of socks,
Ornaments, that never see the light of day,
Maybe I'll need them?
That's always been my way.
The old dress that I wore,
On that special occasion,
That doesn't fit me now,
Well who am I kidding!
But still it hangs up,
In the wardrobe today,
I just can't bear,
To throw it away.
I'm just the sentimental kind,
Always looking for that special find,
They maybe just material things to some,
But I cherish,
Each and everyone.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem. Yeah sometimes we don't like to dispose of things that do not come to our use. Nice share.