A Pocket Full of Dimes
By: Angel

I have a pocket full of dimes,
and when I walk they clash together
to make a silly song.
A song that one can hum to.
The way they clang together makes
my ears ring with their tune.

And now at the end of the day
I must confess to you, my friend.
That I am truly sadden.
For at the end of this day it
was pointed out to me.

That the crash, and clangs I
had enjoyed throughout the day.
Was in fact not the dimes in my pocket.
But mere leftovers that use to make up my brain.