in my pocket
and a whole world of words
a picture of her in my wallet
and a poem

in my heart
I could not be richer
nor poorer a dichotomy
of circumstance

some might say
get a job but
I get heart stamps not
from the government

but from people
and spend them to make
me smile
and they are honored everywhere
because they are
all in my head
my way of looking
at things