This old shirt
Has seen it’s better days.
Rugged, worn, faded-
Consoles in its own ways.
Graced by years of sleepless nights,
And sleeves to long for wear-
It’s seen its better days,
Lacking nights of despair.
This old shirt
Has seen the untold tears.
Kept the secrets locked inside,
Woven through cross-stitched smears.
Blessed with 100 percent cotton,
And a collar made of navy blue-
It’s seen its better days,
Absent heartaches struggled through.
This old shirt
Has been the comfort through the years.
Warmed the soul when needed,
And calmed the overwhelming fears.
Sanctified with make-up stains
And struggles come to pass-
It’s seen its better days,
Misplaced afflictions surpassed.
A contest entry
- Invite Only; Me on Their List by Ted E Bare.
300 points, ended January 3, 2008, 79 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I think we all have a favorite shirt that we never want to throw out. One of my favorite shirts I can't even wear in public any more for it has more holes than Minnesota has lakes. Eventually I will have to throw it out for I can't even use it as a dust rag(lol). I want to thank you for entering my "Invite Only; Me On Their List" contest.
Ted E
PS: Once I have commented on all of your entries, then I will reread them all and choose the one that will be brought forward for being selected as Gold, Silver, Bronze or HM.
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Wow!! I really like this Very well penned Good Luck in the contest
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WOW amazing!!!! You have greatly improved!!!!! wonderful!! I heart you Love.
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