Your Pockets Are Full
Your pockets are full
When their empty
And clean
Poor's for
A reason
And it ain't
That He's mean
Torn With
A tattered
Looks like jeans
For a fit
Mourning
And evening
Then the give
Just a bit
Messes are married
But the ring doesn't
Shine
Meek less Mild mannered
It's a say that
“He's mine!”
Blessings and cupboards
It's a full with
A toast
Bread like
Good manners
Then a prayer
For the roast
He's all included
But the walk
Has long miles
With faces
That figure
There's no reason
To smile
The prayer’s
In
Expected
But a bow
Has to do
In a thanks
With
A tear
For a robe
With a ring
Just for you
Your pockets
Are full
Then they're
Empty and
Clean
Left for
No Reason
Except That
Your
In Between
Copyright © Alex Nelson | Year Posted 2021
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