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And out the blue

by Tony Young

Wash me gently for
I am truly worn
feel I've lived a war
for I am 34 x 34
or so it seems
my early days
was born of one
of many reems
and so
as life took its toll
my threads were bared
to grass and soil
and now I'm worn
am ripped and torn
and out the blue
thats all gone too...................
and so
as you wash me gently
think of the times
I've almost drowned
the times youve
looked at me and frowned
go buy yourself
another means
preferrably blue


Author's Note: My hobby my garden my attire faded and tattered, just for fun...

Posted on 05/07/2006
Copyright © 2022 Tony Young

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/07/06 at 07:32 PM

Your attire may be frayed and tattered, but you poetry is not. A beautiful descrption of tiling in your garden as your jeans age and fade. Grear=t write Tony!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/06/06 at 01:45 AM

Ha! I was just sorting through my husband's work jeans - this fits them perfectly! Nice work from a unique perspective! I think we're juuuuuuust about done gardening for this year! :)

Posted by Rob Littler on 11/18/15 at 10:42 PM

...taking the metaphor to an observation, what does it say that you buy worn ones off shelf, designer rips...and tears.

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