When my Pocket was Empty

When my pocket was fullI demanded the food to come to me fastWhen my pocket was emptyI could not thank the person serving me enough
When my pocket was fullI went shopping every week to fill up the closetWhen my pocket was emptyI took the hand me downs and learned to appreciate
When my pocket was fullI stuffed everything I could eat by myselfWhen my pocket was emptyI had less and learned what’s good for my health
When my pocket was fullMy friends and I hung out restlesslyWhen my pocket was emptyI treasured my moments decisively
When my pocket was fullLife was a party that could never endWhen my pocket was emptyOnly those left behind were my friends
When my pocket was fullI couldn’t get enough of the world’s adventureWhen my pocket was emptyI took a journey within in awe and in wonder
When my pocket was fullI could only see the glamor and the glitterWhen my pocket was emptyMy eyes were opened to Mother Nature
When my pocket was fullI had no idea what the world was worthWhen my pocket was emptyI saw what I had done to mother earth
When my pocket was fullI could only hear the shuffling of dollars and clinking of dimesWhen my pocket was emptyIt was so quiet I could hear myself for the very first time
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Published on March 20, 2013 03:36
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