When I was looking for
shorts,
you were there for me.
You were longer than
what I had wanted. Oh,
but you were so comfortable.
When I had you on,
I barely even knew
you were there. Well, that is
until you started to
stain.
I had tried cleaning you.
I really had. The stain
was just too stubborn
. . . or so I believed
Gradually you became my
garden pants
as you were stained anyway,
what was a little dirt (as I
mention in this post)
You protected me from the
heat of the sun.
I appreciated that. You must have had
connections with the
sun.
It removed the stains that
I could no longer find. Still
I kept wearing you each week
when we'd clean the church,
each week we worked in the
garden.
I am so sorry you got torn
over the years. It was
bound to happen. I had you
for many years.
I still had you when
we moved to Oregon.
I no longer worked in the
garden.
I did a rather pathetic patch
work
on you and made you my
paint pants - which may have
been
a demotion rather than
a promotion. How sad
you looked.
Still you continued
to serve me.
I may have not noticed you
still -
except for that stupid
patch.
That actually became annoying
after a while.
You continued to rip -
well at least one leg.
I hadn't noticed until today
-
until I went to take your
picture -
that you were also torn
just below my left
cheek.
The sun wasn't even out for
the last day you were worn.
There is a tear in my eye
as I toss you in the garbage
can.
You were so good to me. But
you
have fulfilled the measure
of your creation.
Good-bye, dear friend.
I shall surely miss you.
-
kfralc
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