it's patched and there are cakecrumbs in the seams-
to you it may not be a lot
but all the treasure Johnny's got,
he carries in his pocketful of dreams-
a beetle in a match box, a tiny piece of string,
some sealing wax and carpet tacks,
a bell that doesn't ring-
When Johnny grows to be a man,
into a world that's tough,
he'll soon be told his pocketful of dreams
won't be enough-
but if he owns a great big car,
a swimming pool and yacht,
he'll never be as happy
as the time when all he's got
is a beatle in a match box, a tiny piece of string,
some sealing wax and carpet tacks,
a bell that doesn't ring....
~Nan Witcomb~
This poem, (along with most of the thoughts of Nanushka) has inspired me to try, approach, dream, wonder, hope, understand, agree, laugh, cry, and want to find thoughts of my own to share.
As a gift to a dear friend this year, I made her a pocketful of dreams.
I do believe that it is our own pocketful of dreams that makes us the happyest, not what is sold to us as happiness.
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