Country Poem #8: Pullin' Out My Pockets

Pullin' Out My Pockets
©1996 By Dean A. Ceran
The day that you met me I didn't have one dime
That smile that was in your eyes
Told me that we'd last a long, long time
Now you say that the day has come
It's my emotions that you have missed
I know now that the way I've been is dumb
I can tell that from your kiss
Darlin' I am pleading I've been hocking all those lockets
Don't ask anything from me
Look here, I'm pullin' out my pockets
These twelve short years of us -- four precious gifts of love
They're part of all of our good times
Now while you can't put together a love for me
I'll give you all the little I've got, but I'm crying in my dimes
Darlin' I am pleading I've been hocking all those lockets
Don't ask anything from me
Look here, I'm pullin' out my pockets
I can't believe that I've ruined it all for us
The kids and you can't seem to understand
That I'm sorry for all the lousy fuss
That's gone and made me a broken man
Darlin' I am pleading I've been hocking all those lockets
Don't ask anything from me
Look here, I'm pullin' out my pockets
Damn, there's nothin' when I'm pullin' out my pockets