What’s in My Pocket Poem
In the depths of my pocket, a world unfolds,
A collection of treasures, a secret, a profound.
A poem, tucked away, a whisper of words,
A testament to moments, a memory, a cherished cord.
It’s a snippet of paper, crumpled and worn,
A testament to time, a reminder of the dawn.
With ink that has faded, and words that have grown,
It’s a reflection of me, a story, a soul’s own.
Inside, the poem speaks of love and of loss,
Of dreams that have soared, and of hearts that have crossed.
It’s a journey through life, a map, a guiding force,
A reminder of the past, and a hope for the force.
Each line, each verse, a piece of my heart,
A mosaic of emotions, a tapestry of art.
It’s a love letter to life, a poem of my own,
A testament to the beauty, and the lessons it has shown.
So, what’s in my pocket, this poem so dear?
A piece of my soul, a reflection, a mirror clear.
A reminder of who I am, and who I’ll become,
A poem that will forever, in my pocket, remain.
