Find me
Think not that I am just a sock;
I follow you all through your walk.
How reckless you are?
You throw me afar!
With you, I walked many a mile;
You haven’t washed me once in a while.
Your treatment is unfair;
I too need love and care.
Now I am very much worn,
And throughout, I am torn.
I try to stay out of your view,
Vexed greatly by you.
Hey, my dear man,
Find me if you can!
The Odd Sock Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
2nd Place
Copyright © Srinivas Veepuri | Year Posted 2024
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