Pocket

The pocket, such a wondrous hold.
Filled with treasures, secrets told,
About the little man who places,
Trinkets found in his small spaces.
Change and money, worms, a screw,
Piece of string for his shoe.
"You never know when you might need,
That special something. " A thoughtful deed.
Soon, life grows him, in his hands.
Pockets change and expand,
For his watch, where time is meant
To fill his days. Life is spent,
Being grown and empty pockets.
A child no more, a man, he knows it.
Misses something, simpler life.
Growing up, perhaps, no strife.
And then, his little child reveals,
As he is. His life is sealed.
Treasure held by growing, fisted,
From his pocket, filled and twisted.
Overwhelming joy abounds.
Love full circle. A man's heart found.

Raine Les 2008

Blessed in life are we.. too find these treasure's,, bask in the glory of the growth and exhale as we watch them pass these simply, yet so heart touching
treasure's on

So sweet!