Empty Pockets

They say a man without a coin

is a shadow walking through daylight,

a voice no one pauses to hear,

a name that leaves no echo.

In today’s world,

value is counted like currency,

measured in digits,

not in depth.

Women brush past you,

not out of cruelty,

but because the world taught them

to anchor their trust

where stability lives.

Men look through you,

for competition respects only strength,

and strength wears the face

of possession.

And you,

you stand in the middle

of this noisy market of worth,

pockets empty,

heart heavy,

wondering if existence

requires an invoice.

But listen,

being dismissed does not make you useless,

it only reveals the blindness

of those who cannot measure a man

beyond the metal in his hands.

There is a greatness

that grows in the unseen,

a dignity untouched by balance sheets,

a purpose that outlives empty wallets.

Gold can fill pockets,

but courage fills a life.

And once your courage rises,

the world,

men,

women,

all of them

will learn your value

from the weight

of who you become.