(24) Pockets

When I was so young

Many things I was told

Like building my wealth

To have pockets of gold.

Look after the pennies

And the pounds will increase

Well I worked hard

And the work didn’t cease.

But my pockets were not filled

With silver or gold

As I worked all the hours

Until I grew old.

My pockets were silken

With rich golden thread

And filled not with wealth

But greater riches instead.

For my pockets are full

And now I'm content

Not with wealth but with good cheer

And that’s what was meant.

For my pockets are full

of memories of old

For wonderful people are better

than pockets of gold.

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