In my pocket, I carry such a lot,
Of treasures that mean the world to me.
A smooth stone I found on a beach walk,
A pressed flower from a summer day.
A scrap of paper with a friend's note,
A tiny seashell from the ocean shore.
A ticket stub from a concert I loved,
A piece of bark from a forest tree.
Each treasure has a story of its own,
A memory of a time and place.
They remind me of people I hold dear,
And moments I want to hold onto.
So I carry them with me in my pocket,
My little collection of precious things.
They bring me comfort and inspiration,
And remind me of all the beauty in life.