POCKETS

POCKETS

 What are they good for

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just to be a bit on the silly side

 **

 I dreamt I was riding on a slow-moving train;

My destination unknown.

I looked out the window for some kind of sign,

But nary a sign had been shown.

There was no conductor to give me advice.

A few people looked at me strange.

I stood there bewildered still in my pajamas.

I was in bed, so why would I change?

Yet, those people around me all seemed to know

A fact that I just didn’t see.

I know I was dreaming but why on a train?

If there’s a meaning, what could it be?

As I looked at the faces of others on board,

I felt I was lost, that’s for sure.

I heard someone whisper, “search your pajamas,

That’s what the pockets are for.”

“What?” I almost shouted with glee.

There’s a purpose for these, after all?

I reached in and pulled out the stub for the train,

As the conductor started to call.

“The time is now early morning,”

He said while nodding his head.

The bell of the train rang out loudly

And I almost fell out of bed.

I rose and noticed my pockets.

Each was turned inside out.

I smiled thinking that I now the reason

What pockets in pajamas was about.