an unpaired sock
nothing so symbolic as an unpaired sock
of loneliness, forsaken in its solitude
self-dealt by fate’s mystery to unlock
a single life of happiness and gratitude.
no expectations, for evil comes in hope
sad days drag on deserted by their joy
moment to moment is just time to cope
with age before we drink the final foy.
when all the laundry’s sorted and folded
there it lies abandoned to its fate
unpaired sock a stranger to be scolded
but lost forever any chance to be great.
a question: why must all socks come in pairs?
because feet are never one but mostly two
happy feet wear pairs and no one cares
so why can’t unpaired socks by one make do?
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