ODE TO A PAIR OF SOCKS

A cherished gift from a special friend,

Now worn and frayed and reached their end.

They came from Arizona, I was told,  

With hues so vibrant, patterns so bold.

Compliments flowed like rivers wide,

Every time we stepped outside.

But time wore on, and wear they did,

And holes appeared where colors once hid.

I tried to mend them and stitch with care,

But alas, they reached a final wear.

Though now they're gone, their memory stays,

A sweet remembrance of colorful days.

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