Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

The Latest Ripped Jeans

  Stains on my shirt
    holes in my pants
  My wardrobe’s Salvation Army
    not quite Paris, France 

  I cry all night
    grief fills my lips
  While the other kids
    wear the latest ripped

  Jeans, for which they paid
    a fortune each, though poorly made
  My threads cost nothing, my life’s a sham
    better to be naked than what I am … 

  O, Lord, let this poor soul know
    that life is long, there’s a ways to go
  When he’s ninety-seven, no one will care
    if the jeans on his knees were not threadbare

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Bj Legros Kelley March 6, 2024 at 7:34 PM I don't understand it at all. Some of them aren't even clean looking, they look like someone pulled them out of the dump and put a big price tag on them. It is sad, that people , especially the young are tormented by not wearing the latest fads.

Kim Rodrigues March 5, 2024 at 6:01 AM Crazy to mock the poor with expensive tatters. Fashion has taken such strange turns. Let’s fashion a loving society, how about that?!

Karen Jones March 4, 2024 at 8:54 PM I must be the only person without the latest ripped jeans and I’m ok with that. Lol I enjoyed your poem Gershon.