Old Pair Of Jeans

Have you seen it recently? I haven’t

I might have left it behind at my messy home

When I stepped out, with a spritz of cologne

My hair and ego, neatly combed

To deal maturely with the stubborn morons.

Just so there is amity.

Have you seen it recently? I haven’t

Maybe I left it under the crumpled pillow

Before sunlight came through my window

To quietly tend to the daily chores

Although I was mostly tired and sore.

Just so things go on smoothly.

Have you seen it recently? I haven’t

I once remember tucking it under my long sleeve

Or is it locked in a calcium chest, it wanted to leave

To endure the nimble stories they weave

Although I craved for some reprieve.

Just so there is civility.

Have you seen it recently? I haven’t

Perhaps I crushed it under my dancing shoes

When I joined the party in the cruise

Lest I give away some quick clues

Of the non-biodegradable bruise

Just so there is anonymity.

Have you seen it recently? I haven’t

It maybe in my nontransparent tote

Or is it covered under by abundant coat

As I set sail on the life boat

And grasped at the straws to stay afloat

Just so there is some continuity.

Have you seen them recently?

These tiny chips or scraps of me

If ever you every happen to sight them

Don’t bring them, only you are welcome

I have snugly fit into this humdrum.

Like a comfortable pair of old jeans.