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