Your Back Pocket Poem by Francie Lynch

My old trousers had two back pockets.
One held insignificant i.d. and cash
For daily essentials.
My other pocket stored life's lessons:
A bit of inside information,
A get out of jail free card,
A little known joke,
A back-slap, hug or peck,
Dry good-byes,
Wet hellos.
These are fine stress relievers
And soft interpretations.
Deep in my pocket
I keep my gut feelings,
My fights or flights.
The back pocket
Never fills up,
Never has a hole.