A Little Boys Pockets. (Written at Age 13)

When you Empty your little boy's pockets,

what a treasure chest you will find,

to you it may seem quite worthless,

But it's priceless in his mind

Often you'll wash his clothes

and you'll find in the dryer

the remains of a feast

of what he most admires

candy wrappers all crumpled up

tattered and faded

to remind you of all of those

treats that you savored

leaving you with a grin

at what you too

once favored

Who but a boy

could find such joy,

in a stamp from another land,

or a penny, supposedly, hit by a train,

or a purple rubber band?

For who but a boy would find value,

In a bone freshly, dug from his yard,

or a feather that fell, from the tail of a bird,

or a crumpled up, bubble-gum card?

Oh, to find joy in such simple things,

to treasure small trinkets like gold,

instead of our searching

for, riches, and fame,

and finding we've

only grown old.

Look to your

little boy's pockets,

the secrets of life linger there,

our chance to be happy,

with just what we have

It's a knowledge

we all need to share

sometimes simple things

can be so rare.