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 © | Year Posted 2021

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