The Contents Of My Purse Poem by Aisha Sherazi

When I look inside,
My purse,
I find,
A few receipts;
Crumpled,
Chewing gum;
Unchewable,
Coins,
Well-used;
A train ticket,
Faded;
Can't say where it goes to,
The contents of my purse.

Now look in my heart,
The very same things,
Things that are used,
Things that have faded,
Things that wait in promise,
Unforeseen adventures,
Marvelous surprises,
And excitement,
All there,
Wrapped in love.