Blue Jeans
tattered
and torn
these old jeans
like a frayed soul
beyond repair
still catch eyes
of onlookers
as i walk by
patches
hide the threads
and worn out seams
from view
dirtied
then washed
with tears
yet stains
remain
some things
can”t be cleaned
nor replaced
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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