My jeans ripped
I wish they hadn’t My jeans are old, well-loved, well-washed Comfortable friends They fit me well and I feel good when I wear them But they ripped It started as a small hole in the thigh that grew a little with each washing Then, yesterday, I caught my toe in the hole when I was pulling them on Now the rip runs from seam to seam And it’s starting to fray My jeans look trendy But they earned that rip through years of wear And I don’t care about trends I dance to my own piper and she isn’t sure about ripped jeans I’m not sure a 65-year-old woman should wear ripped jeans I can see my daughters rolling their eyes Mo-om, you’re too old to wear ripped jeans I know I don’t care My jeans ripped Maybe I’ll patch them Comments are closed.
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