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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. A very mundane subject treated quite aesthetically. Thanks.