Hold

For reasons unclear, when seized with fear.....we hold our breath;

angered, we hold our temper; and when impressed...

..you're held in high esteem.

When late, we hold on a second...and everytime you've felt like speaking your mind,

you've been told to hold your tongue.

We've all been told to hold on to that thought,

been held a captive audience, or to hold up your hands. Hold onto your hat!

I've been told to hold my liquor, and to hold my horses-when "ponyless"!

I know to hold someone dear, and to hold my own...

..but, my own "what"?

I've been put on hold, and told to, "hold for my party"...

..and holding up my end of the bargain, has irritated me- ever since I was first held up in traffic.

Holding a tune, is better than holding an opinion...and it's always better,

to hold aces over queens.

Having a hold on someone is better than being held-up...

..or adjusting the verticle and horizontal holds on your t.v. set.

Hold on.....hold up, my friend.....

hold your head high...and hold your water.

I hold you in contempt...

..for holding your composure for far, too long;

and for holding hands..........................................instead of holding a conversation.

Hold a summit, or a debate.....or even a conference...

..but never,

ever... 

hold on,

for too long.