Lonely socks lament
On the loss of their soul sock
The meetings are a sad affair
For there are few happy endings.
When one of a pair is absent
It is the end of a relationship
For never ever have they found
An adequate replacement.
Assembling week after week
By the clothes basket
Forever hoping that their beloved one
Has made it that side of the clothesline
Of course you get
The rough grey ones
Who don't care, laughing at them
For they are never bonded
As deeply as the vividly coloured ones
And one grey is as worth as another grey one.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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