Fillin' Up Your Pockets Poem by Malory Joyce

Dear girl,
why do you keep fillin' up your pockets
once it starts to feel empty?
too many pennies lye upon the ground
you don't need them all
you don't need them.

They aren't worth the holding onto,
you cant find a use for everything,
you wished on them enough,
what have they done for you?

Put them to good use,
and what are you left with?
empty pockets my dear girl
empty pockets
what do you have left?
nothing my dear girl,
nothing.

Dear girl!
take your hands out from your pockets
they aren't there,
they aren't there...