18419. An Ode to Pockets (Or Lack Thereof)

What a joy! To find such a precious commodity

at the seat of one’s pants!

 

See how it clings to one’s belongings

While leaving half the things hanging out

 

Marvel at its skills of misdirection

For when you reach for it

It is never there!

 

Oh, you unassuming fabric square!

For no other has Juvenal’s old adage

“The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief’s face”

Been so untrue

(For a thief cannot steal from what is not there)

 

Like an oasis in the desert

Merely a mirage to bamboozle

Or the giver of immense satisfaction

 

Here’s to pockets!

May your space be plentiful

And your existence real!

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