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