Faded Denims



When did my jeans fade,

those stiff denims our

Mom's bought and made

us wear new that

turned our legs blue,

When was I innocent,

before the veil over

my reality wore away,

When all it took 

was a patch to cover

a hole in those jeans 

that was a different

color before things

had to match,

And then those jeans

ripped open and the real

world seeped in and

shriveled away my youth,

Those old jeans I can't

part with because there's

a little bit of blue left.


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