BLUE JEANS
Antique in time, from the seventies, a pair so fine,
I remember I put them away, blue Jeans for another day.
A touch faded were they, comfortable in a certain way,
Worn were they to a party, perhaps a barbecue or two,
A Saturday night drive-in, what jeans were worn by you?
Blue jeans I took from a shelf, dusty, aged from time,
They fit me once before, now I can wear them in my mind.
Keith Garrett
The good old fun filled days, really the words takes you back the memory lane👍
Thanks for reading.
On Tue, Jul 30, 2019 at 9:10 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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