Life to me, is like a pair of jeans
Some of them shouldn't be seen
Others are too short
Or has begun to distort
Some are Long
Or durable and strong
Some don't seem to fit just right
And some are light or dark as night
Some are starting to fade
And people wish they could just trade
Others have been thrown away
And never got to see the light of day
Some have been abused or mistreated
And others are ripped and defeated
Some are worn out and others doubt
It's worth anything
Some say a lot and others do not
They are just there
Some are envied and others are hated
Some are wanted and some are evaded
But some are colorful and some are plain
Others are looked at with much disdain
To me my jeans are still a mystery
When I grew out of them one day I'll find out
But that day is not today
To me my jeans are still a mystery When I grew out of them one day I'll find out But that day is not today- - Metaphoric. poetic and fine.. thank you dear for giving us a sense of mystery of life. tony
2 – i'd delete " But" here: " But some are colorful" " When I grew out" make it " grow" I shy away from symbolism, but I enjoyed it here! To MyPoemList. Bri :)
1 – 1 - Line 4: use " have" , not “has” i'm liking this so far. but " abused" AND " mistreated" ? I’ll call it redundant, but so be it! some favorite lines: " Some are worn out and others doubt It's worth anything Some say a lot and others do not They are just there"
Yeah, I know it's not that great. I wrote this when I was 15. I debated uploading it, but it's nice to see where I started and how far I've improved.
Such a nice poem, Caroline Ann. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem that's a cut above the rest. When I get hole in the knees of my jeans I turn them into a pair of shorts. A good poem.