Levi's 501

a treasured possesion

Worn ragged, tighed tightly around,

stretched slightly, seems torn but still bound,


It's a fashion accesory, yet to the owner's eyes meer necessity,

It's a treasured gift, yet an old peice of leather,

It's due with morning's coffee, yet fails to perk up you up like the lottery,

It's juts a mere necessity,


But the kid picks it up, wears it day in day out, kicks and screams plays football and shouts about,

larking and laughing holding his belly up right and full,


It's a mere necessity, but no not to this kid... it's so much more






The End

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