In the beginning, was a pair of socks
They were not splendid but rather ordinary
Before the big bang when the light bulb blew
And the rent was overdue
And the person who, used to live here remembered his name
Or why he had came
The socks lay in a box they were grey
And on a rather dull day at the very beginning
A pair of socks came
ordinary
Dull
Simple but functional
But alas by that time the person
Who had forgotten his name
Or why he had came
Walked without shoes
Or socks
With bare feet and skin into the road
And naked he lay crushed like a wild boar or antelope
Quite forgotten
Left under the wheels of a car that sped and fled into the night
Jumping the lights
But the dull grey untouched socks...well they were ALRIGHT! !
yvette smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/socks-of-creation/
