Walter C. Edwards

Worn Out Jeans - Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Those worn out jeans,
come off so easy,
exhibition is natural for you,
but temptation is another mater,
a road you guard yourself against,
passion you need,
but desire not always fulfilled,
come sit down next to and lets chat,
she asked about what,
I say maybe this and that,
she asks a house of dreams,
that never come be,
time spent doing chores or more,
just a life of drudgery,
no to that, she say's is not for me,
I need just to be free,
she picks up those worn out jeans,
and then leaves.

Comments about Worn Out Jeans by Walter C. Edwards

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (6/21/2014 5:44:00 AM)

    Nice piece of poetry this, I don't really understand the object (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 16, 2014

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