Tokens

Got a bag of old tokens I keep near to hand They have served me well when travelling through this land Never gets turned down, it's money in their banks Each one is labelled and just simply says "Thanks" As I move along this ol' road that I'm upon I may visit with you but soon I will be gone I will give you a token and point out they're free To show you that I enjoyed your fine company Someone had once left me, 'twas her time to depart I carry the memories deep within my heart She did give me a token with a hug and a grin I will repay her when at last we meet again So when you wake on morn, fill up your token bag It will lift your travels whether they're good or bad Giving thanks is like karma, it comes back to you And after time goes by your tokens will accrue