Half Empty, Half Full

How is this world heavy pockets, empty soul scent all over their body but words are so foul... Look how beautiful that falling leave is wow it's grace and lovely pave is stones covered in those, such that, like beard of man, before shave Chirping birds, sounds of gold every ounce of it, is in mold molded gold's price a thousands fold No patience it carries, cause in seconds all those sold How is this world heavy pockets, empty soul