Keepsakes

I have a little box of keepsakes,

And a story each one could tell.

As the memories of the past in my hand I would hold.

Some of them unbelievable even if I told

To others a box of trash not worth a gram of gold

But to the beholder treasures beyond that which could be sold.

It told the stories of my youth

with all the things you shouldn't  take note of 

though there wasn't much

and truly it was as such

- By Ashitha Zarah