Socks of Infinity

Your touching story of angelic trousers reminded me of a beloved article of clothing that I once had possession of. I dug up an old poem from the recess of my mind that I wrote while I was still in my youth (last year). Through the wonderful power of the Microsoft Word, I was able to remember the poem in its entirety. I would like to share it with you now. It goes as follows:

Ode to my Soccer Socks

Long and smelly

Worn and green

Falling apart at the seems

To my precious soccer socks

You have brought me far

You’ve been with me every day

On the field and in the car

You were with me when I scored a goal

Even though the referee

Tripped in a hole

And didn’t see

Oh my dear old soccer socks

With a hole in the toe

And a tear in the heel

You and I put on quite a show

But alas our games are over and done

So I’ll retire you to your box

But please know I would never shun

Such a wonderful pair of socks

Sink me! I believe I’m a poet.

This is one of many poems written in my 8^th year of schooling. But this one is very precious to me. These socks will remain with me forever in spirit. They are in their final resting place. One much like themselves; long and smelly, worn and green (aka the garbage can).

Their memory will live on forever.

Socks of Infinity