A Pocket History

My jacket tells a story, a lifetime's lucky dip.
From deep within my pocket down memory lane I slip,
Pulling out the things I've done from many days since gone.
A bar receipt, a ticket stub, a raffle never won -
Little triggers that mean nothing to anyone but me.
A single wrapper from a sweet: a million memories.
Every piece of jetsam found a little mystery
And me the key for opening their secret histories.
The times we laughed, picnics in parks, encounters in the street,
My pocket world that does unfold with every creased receipt.