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