Sunday, February 27, 2011

Faded Jeans

Today has been filled with sorting, letting go of unnecessary items and organizing. This poem in no way reflects my current relationship as I wrote this some 12 years ago. Yet I thought it was fitting for today- things I have no use for others might- things I cling to others merely see junk.



Faded Jeans

I am your faded jeans,
Comfortable,
Torn and trendy.

When life has you down,
You run to put me on,
To heal your wound,
Then you are gone.

You wear new jeans today,
No need for the loyal.
Soon you’ll have your garage sale,
--but just remember….
One man’s trash is another man’s
Treasure!!
(c) Angela Sharp

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