I have this old knit sweater
It is green, worn, in tatters
Its days have seen much better
Not style to me that matters
It’s been a steady mate,
and seen me through a lot
Fits no matter what my weight
fun times, serious, and not
Kennedy assassination
The beginnings and the ends
The raise and fall of nations
The passing of dear friends
No matter what the season
Every time that I wear it
Snow, rain, hail, heat, or freezin’
All my ole friends also bare it.
I know it will outlast me
when the dreadful comes along
The ole knit ne’er to be free
Just to me it will belong
I had a green sweater that my mother knit for me. I wore it so much it became tattered but it is now long gone.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment. I think everyone has an ole green sweater in their old wardrobe. It's not so much the sweater as it is the memories.
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