Your Pockets Are Full

Your pockets are full When their empty And clean Poor's for A reason And it ain't That He's mean Torn With A tattered Looks like jeans For a fit Mourning And evening Then the give Just a bit Messes are married But the ring doesn't Shine Meek less Mild mannered It's a say that “He's mine!” Blessings and cupboards It's a full with A toast Bread like Good manners Then a prayer For the roast He's all included But the walk Has long miles With faces That figure There's no reason To smile The prayer’s In Expected But a bow Has to do In a thanks With A tear For a robe With a ring Just for you Your pockets Are full Then they're Empty and Clean Left for No Reason Except That Your In Between