Holey

My sock has a hole. Should I throw it away? No one wants to see My big toe on display. And yet, if I darn it, The stitches will show And that may look almost As bad as the toe. I guess I’ll just ditch it And also its mate. It’s argyle and other socks Just won’t equate. It’s not a big deal So then, who would console For the end of the life Of a sock with a hole? Yet I always feel bad When some socks must get tossed. They’ve lasted through laundry And never got lost. But everything always Must come to an end And sometimes it’s better To toss than to mend…