ValentineI give you an old shirt,
With holes and rips,
Worn and used,
Loved and abused.
I give you an old shirt,
Outgrown and forgotten,
Sweat-stained and thrown-out
Laying neglected in the back of your closet.
I give you an old shirt,
In hope that you will embrace it,
Break out your sewing kit,
Patch it and cleanse it.
I give you an old shirt,
For you to wear every day,
Displayed proudly on your breast,
A reliable new old friend to comfort and support you.
I give you an old shirt,
But- and here's the catch,
If you tire with the constant attention,
The infinite patchwork and unending scrubbing.
It will have holes and rips,
Become Valentine
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