The Shirt'
"It's been Stained with Sweat, and Spotted with Rain"
A simple shirt, yet oh so grand
A garment worn, across this land
Soft cotton threads, woven with care
A fabric that whispers, stories to share
Its sleeves have held, the arms of love
Its collar worn, by a neck that's moved
To the rhythm of laughter, and the beat of tears
This shirt has seen, a thousand fears
Its buttons have fastened, and unfastened with ease
As lives have changed, and memories increased
But still it remains, a treasured remain
This shirt has lived, a life of its own
A silent witness, to moments unknown
A comfort cloth, that wraps us tight
A shirt that holds, a world of delight.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶5 days ago in Petlife
Comments (1)
I believe that all of us has a shirt like that