Monday, March 10, 2014

Blue Jeans

You are old, my friends
So old and frayed
You are torn, my friends
Scraped, stained, a-fade

Yet nothing, my friends
Feels as good on me
No nothing, my friends
Feels so comfy

The people they say
Chhi! Throw them away
The people may say
You're wearing THAT today?

But they just don't know
All we've gone through together
They just don't know
I've dwelt in you forever

Yes forever...
In so many lives you have been
My comfort, my stalwart,
My pair of blue jeans

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