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Winter Sock's Lament
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It's rather dark and bleak in here
and I think I've worked out why;
We've nothing left to talk about -
the conversation has run dry.
We can be quite a jolly bunch
full of rhymes and rhetoric
But time ticks slow and now we know
in the end... we're just too thick.
So we're feeling quite neglected
'cuz in this summer weather
we're forced to lie inside this drawer
and be of no use whatsoever.
We can see that we're not needed
that we're way too hot to handle.
I wouldn't be much good, alas
in a flip-flop or a sandal.
But to be abandoned and forgotten
that really isn’t quite fair.
We're top-notch, high grade and tailor-made
with love and camel hair.
And though we're not the brightest
and we grumble at our dull color,
we feel some effort could be made
to make our lives a little fuller.
Who would choose to live this life?
Well, yes, I often blame the man
who made me just to send me here.
Was there a point or plan?
Oh! How I long for winter days;
to be useful again and cute
and tenderly cling to some left foot
inside a welly boot.
To hear the crunch of firm fresh snow
and fight the freeze would be so great
to play outside, have fun. Get the job done.
- That's my destiny and fate.
Then I'd head back to join my teammates
and in a friendly scrum we'll huddle
and chat with glee on the mystery
held in the coldest wettest puddle.
For now, we must just wait here
keeping quiet and still and humble.
That's not so easy, as you know
so we allow ourselves to grumble.
And if I had thumbs, I'd twiddle them
but, I don't (how sad, how droll!)
So instead I've used the time
to write this poem to bare my sole.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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