First poem in a series

DOUG McKENNY

An old pair of canvas shorts is like
An old friend
With bad breath
And bad manners

You cherish them
And wear them
Knowing full well
They'll never be mended

But you've been places together
And shared the same shares
The rips and tears didn't matter
Because the chemistry was there

You often wish for change
And threaten to discard them
But the character overrides
And you throw them on again

Blemishes and stains
And rips and holes
Friends and comfort
Another day

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