yellow
02-19-2007, 04:29 PM
Detailed in the ode below.
Goodbye, Old Friend
Today, your last day with me
We walked through the mud and snow
All the while I could feel you changing
The time had come, I know
I remember when I first saw you
Hanging so quietly on the wall
A regular waist, and not “bootcut”
I understood you, and heard your call
I brought two of you home that day
And placed you happily in the drawer
Finally! Jeans that fit! But oh!
I really should have purchased more...
I wore you everywhere
We traveled far and wide
But with every single washing
Your threads just slowly died
I mended and patched
The best that I was able
But alas! Even you could not survive
Though you are a rather expensive label!
I lost your sibling in January
On a cold but beautiful day
I bent over to pick up some snow
And the pocket and butt ripped away
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Just%20for%20Fun/Bryce/Bryce1-07005.jpg
And now you are headed to the rag pile
It fills me with complete and utter despair
I pretended I didn’t feel it
But yes, it was there
A small rip on the pocket tack
It’s actually been there a while
But today it opened completely
After I’d walked about a mile
In my quest for replacements
I’ve purchased many other jeans
But none of them fit like you
And they all seem prone to creating “scenes”
So goodbye, old friend
I’ll miss you terribly, it’s true
If I could only wear my Hind Munich pants to work
Then I wouldn’t be so blue.
Goodbye, Old Friend
Today, your last day with me
We walked through the mud and snow
All the while I could feel you changing
The time had come, I know
I remember when I first saw you
Hanging so quietly on the wall
A regular waist, and not “bootcut”
I understood you, and heard your call
I brought two of you home that day
And placed you happily in the drawer
Finally! Jeans that fit! But oh!
I really should have purchased more...
I wore you everywhere
We traveled far and wide
But with every single washing
Your threads just slowly died
I mended and patched
The best that I was able
But alas! Even you could not survive
Though you are a rather expensive label!
I lost your sibling in January
On a cold but beautiful day
I bent over to pick up some snow
And the pocket and butt ripped away
http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c1/tasdan/Just%20for%20Fun/Bryce/Bryce1-07005.jpg
And now you are headed to the rag pile
It fills me with complete and utter despair
I pretended I didn’t feel it
But yes, it was there
A small rip on the pocket tack
It’s actually been there a while
But today it opened completely
After I’d walked about a mile
In my quest for replacements
I’ve purchased many other jeans
But none of them fit like you
And they all seem prone to creating “scenes”
So goodbye, old friend
I’ll miss you terribly, it’s true
If I could only wear my Hind Munich pants to work
Then I wouldn’t be so blue.