The Scarf

If I was a piece of clothing, I think I'd be a scarf. I try to keep people warm, But sometimes I'm just scratchy instead. I am forgotten on a cold winter's night, When the winds blow at the nape of your neck, And you wonder why I was left at home. Or perhaps you think you don't need me, And I sit in the closet unwanted. That's okay; I know you can't help When you forget something. But when the cold winds blow, And you wonder how you're going to stay warm, Just try to remember me. If only you took me out of the closet, I know we'd have a grand time. But here I sit. Covered in dust.