Old denim jeans with worn-out knees
When were they ever new
He can’t recall the day he bought
The jeans with work to do
The blackened stains of grease and oil
Soon took the leading light
As engines rolled along the line
From morning until night
Her needle moves under the lamp
As stitch by stitch, she mends
Repairing signs of wear and tear
Of time left in rag ends
©JG Farmer 2018
Form: Hymnal Measure Quatrains
A Garret Poet 