A pebble collected
A piece of paper, crumpled and torn
A broken toy
The tingle in your bones at an old tune;
I am a sentimentalist at heart
Although sentiment is thought to amount to nothing
Without it the world could not be kind
It would be a hard, ravaged place
With jagged edges to cut ourselves upon
And no hiding place from the truth;
I know I have to be determined to survive
But under this hard shell that I have had to grow
Is a centre that is soft
That understands, forgives and tries to lessen pain
And remembers things others would forget
Keeps keepsakes and harbours memories
Memories of no real importance at all -
Except to me;
Bring the tears to my eyes
And let the shivers run down my spine
Sentiment, stay here and sit next to me
And I will recall the forgotten days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have thoroughly enjoyed reading this beautiful poem. We all will vouch that sentiments give us a sense of belonging and togetherness towards fellow beings. It shows that we care for others and vice versa. Thanks a lot.