Ode To A Lost Sock Poem by Steve Woodward
Ode To A Lost Sock
Oh snatched away in beauty’s bloom
The fallen hero of my upstairs room
Who had travelled the world
Yet saw no sights
And bore the brunt
Of my loneliest nights,
Who would greet me every morning
With an open mouth smile
To journey then
Cross many a mile
Never alone – but always a pair
One has no comfort without the other there,
So long the mate of my coldest toes
Farewell to him who warmed my sole
Goodbye to you whether left or right
Journey well my friend to the eternal night.
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4/16/2024 11:34:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a very well written poem. I expected the humour and satire but I did not expect the emotive language with which the poem is written, its startling to be quite honest. I momentarily felt myself go sad for the parting of the sock. Nice poem :)