My old trousers had two back pockets. One held insignificant i.d. and cash For daily essentials. My other pocket stored life's lessons: A bit of inside information, A get out of jail free card, A little known joke, A back-slap, hug or peck, Dry good-byes, Wet hellos. These are fine stress relievers And soft interpretations. Deep in my pocket I keep my gut feelings, My fights or flights. The back pocket Never fills up, Never has a hole.