Old Socks Poem by Christopher Tye
Old Socks
Old Socks
Old and threadbare,
Lasted me for decades,
Darned and darned again.
Socks to wear every day,
Oh no another hole to darn,
Comfy and just bedded in,
Knitted in England yes there that old,
Still got years of life in them.
By Christopher Tye
How one values something is what matters in the end. Quite inspiring. Thanks for sharing.
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4/24/2024 2:36:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely poem. A very mundane subject treated quite aesthetically. Thanks.