In a life without pockets, quite peculiar and rare,
No place to stash treasures, no pockets to spare.
Keys and coins, phones and notes,
All must find new ways to float.

No snug little haven, no secret retreat,
No spot to store trinkets, from small to petite.
Yet burdens are lighter, without things to hoard,
In a life without pockets, simplicity is adored.

No bulging distractions, just freedom and ease,
No fumbling for items, no need to appease.
With hands wide open, and heart unburdened too,
A life without pockets brings a perspective anew.


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